"to burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves."
- Federico García Lorca
Staying out of trouble is not Frank Castle's strong suit. But is Jenavieve Howlett more trouble than The Punisher can handle...
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"the world was on fire and no one could save me but you." - Wicked Game, Ursine Vulpine & Annaca
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"Curtis okay?" I ask, walking back into the room after Frank ends his call.
"Yeah, he's okay. But he's done. I won't be askin' for his help anymore. He's done enough." Frank says and I nod in agreement.
I cross my arms, leaning back against the doorway while we're both quiet for a moment.
"..You're not going to be better by tomorrow." I say quietly. "You know that, don't you?"
Frank holds eye contact for a long moment before finally dropping his gaze to the floor.
"Rage and adrenaline are wonderful things, but.. they can only get you so far." I continue. "I can't let you go after Billy. Not like this."
"A good nights sleep can pull miracles." he comments sarcastically, even though part of him is serious.
"Not this time, Frank." I shake my head slowly. "They had you hospitalised for a reason. You needed the care and attention. And that was before a seventy foot drop off a bridge." I remind him.
He lets out a sigh, shifting himself into a more comfortable position.
"I know you're fucking strong, but.. a good nights sleep isn't going to fix this." I say, informing him on what he already knows but doesn't want to acknowledge.
"Guess we'll find out." he comments lowly.
"You need more than sleep, Frank." I stress, stepping closer to him. "Your blood pressure's dropping, and your pulse is weakening.. If they start to worsen, you're in real danger."
"Well, the hospital ain't an option." he comments, looking back up at me.
"I know." I nod. "But even if it was.. I may have something better."
Frank tilts his head and arches a questioning brow.
Biting my lip, I walk out and grab the supplies from the kitchen, then return to Frank. I sit down on the floor in front of him, cross legged, while he flicks confused glances between my face and the supplies in my hands.
"This the shit you went back into the ambulance for?" he asks.
"Mmhm."
"You risked your life for this plastic?" he frowns.
"There's no risk when I can't die." I remind him. "Yeah, if the van exploded while I was still inside it woulda hurt, but I would've been fine." I shrug.
He looks at me, his eyes becoming sad and serious. "You know, just because you can heal, doesn't mean you need to put yourself in harms way." he tries to point out.
