Bloody bandages

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She had limped all the way to the Last Drop, unsure how she was going to explain herself to Silco.

Fortunately, she didn't have to. Coming into the bar, she saw Sevika dealing cards. As their gazes met, Sevika said a rough "Excuse me" to her opponents and stood up.

She had gestured for Hex to come into one of the back rooms and had spent the next ten minutes helping Hex with her bloody knuckles, wrapping them in bandages.

"So, you gonna tell me what happened, kid?" she asked, finishing up.

"Just some random street trash stepping out of its place, it was nothing"

Sevika smirked and she cut the bandage off.

Out of Silco's two daughters, Hex was her favorite. She was more... reliable. And more lethal because of it.

"All done," Sevika said.

"Thank you," Hex said, looking over her bandaged arms, "and could you, maybe, not tell Silco about this?" Hex asked, pulling her hoodie back on, "I don't want him to worry about little things like this"

"Sure, kid. Just don't pull any more fights tonight, alright?"

Hex nodded tiredly.

...

It was already really late and she could feel herself falling asleep.

She walked, letting her legs take her, barely registering where she was going. She knew these streets by heart.

Finally, not quite realizing how she'd gotten there, she opened the door to her and Jinx's room. Coming in, she saw that Jinx was missing.

Hex sat down on her bed. She was about to get up and go look for Jinx, she was surely working on something. But she couldn't force herself to get up, now that she was finally sitting on her soft bed. She laid down for a second and before she knew it, she had drifted off to sleep.

She slept on top of her covers, fully clothed.

Somewhere, as if from very far away, she could feel her body ache. Her shot wound that, apart from hurting on its own, had been punched multiple times. The punches she had received to her stomach and arms. And her bloody, freshly bandaged knuckles, though that last part was pretty common for her. It was so common, that her hands were more regularly tied up than not.

The dreams that she had were like fever dreams. Jumping from an insane idea to an even more insane idea, so quickly she couldn't even ponder half of the things her mind was showing to her.

The scene before her changed from horrific memories to stupid, idiotic, made-up scenes.

Mylo, a metal rod sticking out of his chest.

The council, high on shimmer, sitting around the Last Drop, laughing hysterically about something.

Claggor, crushed to death, his goggles covered in his blood, crashed and laying beside him.

Marcus sitting in Silco's chair, while Silco was the one standing before him, being bribed.

Vi, barely stirring beneath the ceiling and walls of the room they were in that had fallen due to Powder's sick explosion.

This time, instead of a silly mash of people and scenes, her mind didn't waver. No matter how much she wanted it to.

She felt hot tears run down her face and she was shocked at how well she remembered everything about the scene. She tried to move, but all shifting slightly did was shift the debris on top of her so that it pushed her down with more force.

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