The Life of Livana Garmadon

September 4th, 2023

Morro did, in fact, end up coming at the break of dawn, but unfortunately, he didn't seem to be in the mood for favors.

"What the heck do you mean you won't help?" I demanded with all the dignity a sleepy woman who was shaken away at God knows when could muster. "He's dying, Morro."

"It's not even that bad." Morro's arms were crossed, as well as his ankles, as he leaned against the metal door. "He's probably just putting on an act so that we stop drawing his blood. He's always hated those procedures."

"He's not faking, although I do admit that the blood drawing is inhumane." I glared at Morro this time, fully awake. "What do you even need the blood for? Don't tell me it's for some creepy cult thing."

Morro's eyebrow ticked. "We are not a cult."

"Right." I said dryly. "You're a band of kidnappers who take elemental people and extract their blood and hair," I gestured at my short hair, "for shady purposes. Forgive me for assuming and/or wanting to know what the hell is going on."

Morro looked over at Fang, who was shivering underneath the thin covers that we call blankets. "When did this illness start?"

"Yesterday, at the blood extraction." I looked over at Morro. "He's dying, okay? I need you to realize that and get me some help. His arm is getting worse and every minute is getting harder for him to bear. Please. You guys need him, don't you? So help him."

"I didn't know if you'll accept my help," Morro said stonily, "not after how you reacted when I tried to give you that healing tea."

My eyebrows lifted. "Are you still seriously stuck on that?!"

Morro didn't answer, only staring at me with green, void eyes.

"We don't have time to be stuck in the past. Now I'm asking for you to help me. Please help me." My voice softened on the last sentence. "I don't want Fang to be in pain. He's clearly been like this for a long time. Could you please just get him something that will help?"

"I'll have to see if my boss will allow it." Morro replied.

"That's what Rattlesnake said," I crossed my arms, wincing as my fingers brushed the bruise on the inside of my elbow, "and I have a feeling that they'll be saying no, won't they?"

"They don't like making extra roundabout trips." Morro said curtly.

"Are you people slow?" I demanded, "This isn't a roundabout trip. This is to save someone's life. Look, I understand that you guys aren't a team of heroes, so you won't get this, but we need help. So help us."

"Why should we?" Morro asked.

I swear to Ninjago, I am this close to shoving you off a- I took a deep breath, gathered myself, and then said calmly, "Because it's the right thing to do. Without Fang, you can't take his blood. It's also the human thing to do."

"But I'm a ghost, and I'm a villain. Villains don't do the right thing." Morro bluntly stated, his eyes still like the void.

My vision turned red with rage and annoyance and I grabbed Morro's collar, pulling him in close to me. Surprisingly, he let me. I growled, "Look, I've had enough of your roundabout games. Get Fang help. I'm not asking."

Morro peered down his nose at me, and then his hands came up and one latched onto my wrist. It felt as firm and solid as a real human hand, but it was translucent, a permanent reminder that he was a ghost. "And if I don't?"

I tilted my head at him. "Maybe nothing will happen to you now, but as a villain that's been defeated, what, twice now? You should know that the good guys always find a way to defeat you villains," I jostled Morro's collar, once, as a warning and a taunt, "so maybe, just maybe, you should start taking me seriously, huh?"

Morro's face had paled, and his eyes fixed onto mine as he gently took one of my hands off his collar, "Fine. I'll get more of that healing tea for Fang. I'll come back during breakfast. Sounds good enough that you'll let go of me?"

I looked Morro up and down one more time before letting go of his collar. "See. Wasn't so hard, was it?"

Morro brushed off his collar briskly and then looked over at me. "I'll leave you alone."

"Thanks." I murmured sarcastically and then looked over at Fang. "Help is on the way, okay? Morro's going to get you some tea and you'll be fine after."

Morro looked over at me again, this time standing next to the door. "The tea won't be ready for a long time. I suggest that you make yourselves comfortable while you wait."

I grabbed a pebble off the ground and then threw it at Morro's head. "Then hurry up and stop talking to us then!"

The pebble bounced harmlessly off Morro's forehead and the ghost looked up at his forehead, rubbing it gently. "Did you just throw a pebble at me?"

"It was the only thing throwable." I argued back, "Now scat."

Morro looked over at me for one more moment, his eyes scanning me up and down, before he closed the door behind him. But before the door fully closed, I swear that I heard a ghost of a chuckle come from his lips.

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