Ghostly Prompts

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Prompt: "Honestly, you're kinda weird."

"Took you long enough to find that out." 

"Who said I needed to figure it out?" The girl grinned, bruises and all to the man sitting on the table in front of her. He smirked but shook his head with a heavy sigh. She had been there for three weeks, given himself and his brother the information they needed, but she still refused to give the information to their third brother. Their triplet. Her injuries were because of his stubbornness.

'Damn it all Deckerd,' he sighed as she shifted, then cringed in pain and moved back. "How badly did he hurt you this time?" She went quiet, then released a subtle sigh.

"I think he broke my rib, or something else. He at least bruised it." She admitted, ducking her head when Kat let out a very feline like growl. "Strung me up like a punching bag this time!" She chirped, trying to make a joke. "Guess I make good therapy huh?" Kat ignored her, and went around to her cuffed hands behind the chair, and used his magic to unlock them. She sighed in relief, and brought the red, almost bleeding skin around in front of her to rub and soothe the ache with a grimace.

"You need to stop pissing him off," Kat said sharply, coming back around to her front and taking her wrist. She cringed but watched Kat whistle at the door. Moe came in a minute later with a medical bag over his shoulder and frowning frustrated.

"How serious this time?"

"Guys," she groaned trying to tug her hand back.

"He may have broken her rib," Kat filled in. Moe snarled, but walked over and hoisted the girl's shirt over her head despite her protests. Severe, angry burns flared dangerously across her skin, and a thick burned closed gash sliced from one side of her stomach to the other. Moe cursed violently the instant he saw it.

"It's no big deal." She reasoned timidly.

"No," Moe snapped glaring at her darkly. "It is. You're very lucky he decided to burn this wound closed, and do you know why?" She shrunk, but allowed Moe to tug her into standing, and shove her at Kat, who caught her and scooped her up bridal style despite her squeak and whimper of pain. "Because if he hadn't, you would have been dead an hour after he gave it to you."