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[003]...Not a total dick

"How does she know where your bed is?" Singed raised a subtle eyebrow while sitting at the dining table.

"Um—"

"We talked there some days ago." Jinx raised her two eyebrows with filth in mind. "We got to know each other very well."

Singed's eyes widened a bit.

Clove fixed Jinx's position on her shoulder since she was slowly slipping like melted ice cream. "It's nothing like that. Not that it's any of your business."

Jinx raised her finger to annoy Clove's soft cheeks. "Poke, poke, poke."

She slapped her hand away. "Stop that."

"You're working for Silco now?" He questions while grabbing the fork and messing with his food.

Why was this not the first time she's been asked this? Why was it such a big deal?

Before Clove could respond, Jinx did. "Not Silco, me." Her tone was different than before. Earlier it was teasing, now it felt more...possessive.

"My word's final." A proud smile spread on her tired features. The man stayed quiet and Clove took it as a sign to keep heading to the room.

With a kick of her boots, the door sprawled open. Her hands gently set Jinx down on her bed. The girl dramatically spread her arms and legs everywhere. "Home sweet home!" She shouted chirpily.

Clove crossed her hands against her chest as she observed the one who whined in pain a second ago smile like a maniac. That girl was bipolar in its walking form.

Clove rolled her eyes before heading towards the desk in search of the medkit.

"You're definitely something." She mumbled to herself while her hands expertly set up the tray with everything she needed. Disinfectants, a needle, and bandages.

It's been a while since she's had to take care of somebody this way. To gently dab the blood seeping from their gentle skin, to securely wrap up their vulnerable wounds, and to feel proud of the finished product.

She kind of missed it.

Jinx noticed how zoned out the doctor was. "Uh, toots? I'm losing blood over here."

Clove blinked away the image of her taking care of her mother before she grabbed the prepared tray.

Jinx's eyebrow raised as she kneeled beside her on the floor and began pressing the tip of the alcohol bottle to a cotton swab.

"You ain't gonna wash your hands?" Jinx mumbled as a joke, but her grin dropped when she noticed how concentrated Clove was.

Her thick eyebrows were furrowed, black eyes fixated on the motion of her hands while she lightly bit her bottom lip. They've never been this close before.

"Mm, did you say something?"

Their gaze met again, and for the first time in years, Jinx felt nervous.

She shrugged her shoulders, "Just that you should hurry up before my ovaries pop out and I'm forced to fire you."

Clove smile. Like actually smiled.

"Good thing that's not where your ovaries are." Her hand gently dabbed the disinfectant over the wound. And to her surprise, Jinx didn't even groan. Clove wondered how many times she'd been hurt like this before to grow so used to the pain.

"Oh yeah, Lucky?" Jinx set herself up by her elbows on both sides of her hips. "Where then?"

With her pinky, Clove pointed to the center of her pelvis which was covered up by the familiar bizarre pants. Then she went back to work by cleaning the injury.