It was the sort of day that lent itself to taking long walks off the worn paths and playing in the sand without any worries or thoughts about other obligations
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"Jonas?" Cain sounded a wary call of his name. When he'd started feeling a bit ill, he'd come toward the ocean for a little bit of air and then he'd found Jonas looking a bit ill himself.
Instead of trying to say anything, Jonas looked up to Cain with the shock still lingering in his eyes. Words wouldn't have been able to properly describe all that Jonas was feelings. Jonas swallowed as small tears formed in his eyes. He kept quiet still, but reached out and grabbed Cain's hand tightly.
Cain was glad Jonas took hold of his good hand, so he could squeeze it right back, staring at him and the worry was definitely warranted now. "Hey," he exhaled quietly. "What's the matter?"
Jonas opened his mouth with every intent to speak, but still couldn't find the words. Not yet. He felt Cain squeeze his hand back and it made him feel a slightly better. He was thankful he wasn't going through this alone.
"These....these are from back home, " Jonas mustered as a tear fell down his cheek. "These are from the Community, Cain."
Cain just looked at them, wishing he knew how to comfort Jonas, but he was rusty at this whole thing. "Do you want to get rid of them? We can put them in the ocean."
"No!" Jonas shouted, reaching for the tools. "Don't touch them Cain. These are used for Release." Jonas couldn't believe he said the Community word for it instead of what it really was: murder. Jonas wrinkled his face in frustration. "These are used to murder people, Cain. Don't touch them. I think we need a doctor or someone to remove them." Jonas didn't want the image of Cain being injected with the liquid-filled syringe in his mind. It pained him to think about it.
Cain just took a deep breath and schooled himself. Every moment up and around was taxing him, seeing as the Doc had said to rest and he was already disobeying orders. Glitch was going to kill him.
"Alright, then, c'mon, let's go away from them. We'll tell the doctors," he tried encouraging lightly.
"Jonas," Cain said, a little sharper because of the pain. "Let's go," he encouraged. "You can tell me more about it when we're at the Compound and you've warned the doctors about it. Okay?"
Cain's tone snapped Jonas back into reality and he looked up at the man, concerned about the tone. He turned and walked with Cain in the direction of the compound.
"Did I upset you? I didn't mean to make you mad, Cain. Those are just really scary tools, Cain..." Jonas was now worried about the motive behind Cain's tone.
"I get that they're scary," he said, jaw tight as he started walking for the Compound. "But sitting there and thinking of all the things they do isn't going to help anyone. Putting them on record is."
Jonas stopped for a moment and then continued walking. He knew stopping at this point would upset Cain even further . But he knew now what was wrong.
"You're hurt," Jonas declared, looking at the ground. Cain wasn't a man that liked to talk about it, but Jonas had been around him enough to know when something was wrong.
"A little, yeah," he said, not seeing the point of lying, but also not seeing the point in making a big deal of it. "So I'm not exactly in the mood to be contradicted," he said, forcing as much kindness as he could."
"How?" Jonas asked, almost exhausted with the admission. Jonas noted the tone Cain persisted with and decided to match it. If Cain was hurt, he should do something about it; tell someone.
"We need to have someone look at you then, too. If you're hurt."
"It's been looked at," he assured Jonas, but that didn't mean the pain of it magically disappeared. "We're focusing on what you found. Can you give the scientists a description of what makes up the contents of the syringe?"
Shaking his head in the negative, Jonas frowned, still slightly worried about Cain's injury. He also wish he knew more about the tools they'd found.
"I don't know exactly what it is, I know it's a clear chemical substance, though. I also know it's really dangerous because of what they use it for." Jonas shrugged. "Sorry, Cain. That's all I really know."
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"These....these are from back home, " Jonas mustered as a tear fell down his cheek. "These are from the Community, Cain."
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"I'll do it. I'll be careful."
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"Alright, then, c'mon, let's go away from them. We'll tell the doctors," he tried encouraging lightly.
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"They used them on babies, Cain. Babies and old people. Just stuck the needle right in their heads."
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"Did I upset you? I didn't mean to make you mad, Cain. Those are just really scary tools, Cain..." Jonas was now worried about the motive behind Cain's tone.
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"You're hurt," Jonas declared, looking at the ground. Cain wasn't a man that liked to talk about it, but Jonas had been around him enough to know when something was wrong.
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"We need to have someone look at you then, too. If you're hurt."
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"I don't know exactly what it is, I know it's a clear chemical substance, though. I also know it's really dangerous because of what they use it for." Jonas shrugged. "Sorry, Cain. That's all I really know."
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