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"Will I d-do that again?" She asked quietly as he grabbed a new wipe.
"Yes." He nodded, wiping down her forehead.
"A lot?" She questioned, swallowing thickly.
"Yes." He repeated. "What are you thinking?"
"W-whether to do it or not." She sniffle...
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"Shit! This way!"
Nova breathed heavily, ducking behind a wall as her thigh bled down her suit. Jenny grabbed her outstretched hand as Nova pulled her around the corner, keeping her pressed to the wall, people nearing them. Looking down, Jenny gasped at the wound on Nova's thigh, silenced when the taller girl clamped a hand over her mouth.
"I know. I'll sort myself out but you need to stay quiet." Nova whispered, as quietly as she possibly could and Jenny nodded. "We gotta get back to the flat."
Quickly, Nova pulled her gun from her thigh holster and looked around her corner. Holding up her gun, she shot the people coming closer to her in the head, Jenny doing the same to the people coming at them from behind. Once the last boy fell, they turned back to each other, exhaling in relief.
"Come on." Nova muttered, gripping Jenny's hand and tugging her down an alleyway.
"Where are we going?" Jenny asked quickly, picking up the briefcase from a dead body that they needed.
"Shortcut." Nova stated, leading her into a forest.
"But your leg-"
"No time until we get back. Up here." Nova gestured before pulling herself up some rocks with ease before holing her hand out for Jenny who grabbed it, letting the younger girl pull her up to the rock.
Nova led her over the rage rock and around some more trees. After a while of walking, the pair came out of the woods to a street. A woman with a pram glanced at them cautiously, not noticing the weapons on their suits as she walked towards them. When she noticed Nova's leg, she gasped.
"Sweetheart," the woman started, voice motherly and Nova took a confused and bewildered look at her, "we've got to get you to a hospital. They could be infected."
"No, thanks. I'm fine." Nova denied, she losing Jenny from the woman.
"Honey, it's a deep cut." She persisted, her baby babbling.
"I know. I can feel it." Nova nodded, glancing at the child with furrowed brows when it giggled at her. "Why is it laughing at me?"
"He not it. He's laughing 'cause he's happy." The woman responded.
"Good for him, I suppose. Now, excuse me, please move." Nova ordered because her and her pram we're taking up the path.
"Excuse me? I'm trying to help." She scoffed, placing a hand on her hip.
"Thank you, Jesus, but I'm in a rush." Nova grumbled deciding to just shove past her, pulling Jenny along.
"Didn't your mother teach you manners!?"
"I said please, thanks and excuse me! Get a hearing aid!"
Jenny laughed as Nova pulled her into the flat building where they were staying for their mission. Going up in the lift, the pair passed an old man who smiled at them, walking out of the lift as they got in.
Pushing open the flat door, Nova flopped onto the shitty settee, pushing a few strands of her hair away from her face that had fallen from her ponytail. Jenny moved to the small kitchen and grabbed a first aid kit, coming back over to the settee and crouching beside her.
"Sit up." Jenny smiled and Nova did, groaning dramatically.
The green-eyed girl pulled down the zip of her suit and stripped it off, throwing it over the arm of the chair leaving her in a bra and some boy shorts. Sitting back down, she pulled her shorts up the the top of her thigh, Jenny hissing when she saw the gash.
"Oh, that's attractive." Nova joked, twisting her leg so her calf was on the pillow of the sofa. "Pass us the wipes, babes."
Jenny did so and Nova started to wipe up her cut, cleaning around it. She then dabbed it with rubbing alcohol and made sure to clean it thoroughly before patching it up. With a sigh, Jenny moved to sit beside her, leaning her head on her chest.
"Do you... Do you wonder what it'd be like if we got out?" Jenny asked quietly, linking her fingers with Nova's.
"Not really. I'm usually trying not to die." Nova chuckled and Jenny laughed quietly. "Why? D'you?"
"Sometimes. I'm not sure freedoms the best option for me though." Jenny mused. "Any of us."
"Why not?" Nova asked.
"Imagine what we'd have to do to fit in. Change so much. We don't know anything beyond the Red Room." Jenny muttered. "I wish we did though. It would've been great to meet a different way."
"Like at a café and not screaming, crying and kicking as toddlers while we were kidnapped? Agreed." Nova mumbled. "Oh, well. We're supposed to do this. However, I would've liked to not have my reproductive system ripped out of me."
"Same." Jenny chuckled. "You ever want kids? Or did you?"
"What the fuck am I supposed to do with it though if I did?" Nova laughed. "But, no, no kids. I don't think that's for me."
"Hm, I never wanted any." Jenny replied. "Even before the surgery."
"Not when you were 4 and wishing, 'oh, where is my Prince Charming?'." Nova faked a high-pitched voice and Jenny giggled.
"As if you didn't. You and Prince Eric." Jenny accused.
"Hey, he's fit! I'll take him and his wife!" Nova exclaimed.
"I want in on this relationship."
"Four of us? We might fall out of bed. You sleep on the floor."
