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[OOM: Jack should know that nothing good can come of ignoring his instincts.]
The door opens, and Jack stands blinking blearily on the other side. A patron that looks over is likely to look twice, considering the state of him.
His shirt is soaked through and his wet hair is plastered against his head, but that’s likely to be the least noticeable thing about him. Far more immediate is the bruising on his face, the cut on his lip, the swelling if his left eye so that it doesn’t open as far as the right. Blood trickles down the side of his face from a cut near his hairline, and he’s hunched over slightly, an arm wrapped protectively across his chest.
Slowly, Jack takes a step inside, his jaw tight with pain. This wasn’t where he was expecting to end up, but in many ways it’s better. He can go up to his room, pull off his wet clothes and crawl into a bed that’s much more comfortable than the one waiting for him back in his world. Maybe he can get Bar to send a waitrat or someone up with some ice.
All he has to do is get there.
Slowly, leaning on chairs when he has to, he starts to head for the stairs.
The door opens, and Jack stands blinking blearily on the other side. A patron that looks over is likely to look twice, considering the state of him.
His shirt is soaked through and his wet hair is plastered against his head, but that’s likely to be the least noticeable thing about him. Far more immediate is the bruising on his face, the cut on his lip, the swelling if his left eye so that it doesn’t open as far as the right. Blood trickles down the side of his face from a cut near his hairline, and he’s hunched over slightly, an arm wrapped protectively across his chest.
Slowly, Jack takes a step inside, his jaw tight with pain. This wasn’t where he was expecting to end up, but in many ways it’s better. He can go up to his room, pull off his wet clothes and crawl into a bed that’s much more comfortable than the one waiting for him back in his world. Maybe he can get Bar to send a waitrat or someone up with some ice.
All he has to do is get there.
Slowly, leaning on chairs when he has to, he starts to head for the stairs.