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In Bhaal's name.
"What're yuh saying? Yuh'd give up yuh favourite..." Tethys stopped to breathe for a few seconds, "... person for yuh favourite axe?" but when Shark told her it was a joke she smiled. Even in this state, Shark was well enough to make a joke. But what did it mean? Tethys had for sure made jokes hinting to the uselessness of the other person involved, but it was all in affection. Like calling your significant other a moron or such. And Tethys knew she'd never had stronger friendships than with those who'd constantly ripped on her and she'd slagged them off to the same extent.
It was an odd thing to be thinking about as Shark was talking about her hand. Tethys hadn't felt much from it since Shark had picked her off the floor. Maybe that part of her brain had simply exploded with the pain it had to endure. Of course, Tethys knew that was ridiculous - the pain would come back soon. Once she'd sweated out the adrenaline. It would all kick back into overdrive and she'd probably end up her side in the car moaning and crying. But for now, she was glad she was able to respond to Shark in some way.
She'd not thanked Shark yet. But something told Tethys now wasn't the time - Specialists and serious-looking compadrés all around. Maybe it would be okay to thank her, to dedicate her life to Shark - it's the only thing Tethys thought could repay Shark - but Tethys decided against it. Instead, she sat back, staring at her boots as Shark carefully examined her maimed digits. They were useless, and Tethys was right-handed. She'd have to learn to write with her left hand, to tie her shoes with one hand...
Although... Tethys glanced at Shark, at her arms. They looked a little damaged, but she could be fixed. Would that be what would happen to her? Or would she simply get amputated and have to walk around all day with a huge war-scar that didn't even come from a war? But... she could say it did. What did anyone else know? And, once she had grandchildren, they'd ask, "Gran'ma, wha's tha?" and she'd tell them "Yuh ain't gonna b'lieve this right, but it got blown up," and the boy of the grandchildren would give a big, "whoaaa" and Tethys would smile. After all, 'blown up' wasn't entirely wrong...
And yes, Tethys was planning on raising grandchildren to have her cockney accent. The thought made her laugh. Laugh as the world sped past and she was sat beside Shark, alive.
Alive.
Laugh away th' pain. 'Cause it's coming.
@Mr_DC
It was an odd thing to be thinking about as Shark was talking about her hand. Tethys hadn't felt much from it since Shark had picked her off the floor. Maybe that part of her brain had simply exploded with the pain it had to endure. Of course, Tethys knew that was ridiculous - the pain would come back soon. Once she'd sweated out the adrenaline. It would all kick back into overdrive and she'd probably end up her side in the car moaning and crying. But for now, she was glad she was able to respond to Shark in some way.
She'd not thanked Shark yet. But something told Tethys now wasn't the time - Specialists and serious-looking compadrés all around. Maybe it would be okay to thank her, to dedicate her life to Shark - it's the only thing Tethys thought could repay Shark - but Tethys decided against it. Instead, she sat back, staring at her boots as Shark carefully examined her maimed digits. They were useless, and Tethys was right-handed. She'd have to learn to write with her left hand, to tie her shoes with one hand...
Although... Tethys glanced at Shark, at her arms. They looked a little damaged, but she could be fixed. Would that be what would happen to her? Or would she simply get amputated and have to walk around all day with a huge war-scar that didn't even come from a war? But... she could say it did. What did anyone else know? And, once she had grandchildren, they'd ask, "Gran'ma, wha's tha?" and she'd tell them "Yuh ain't gonna b'lieve this right, but it got blown up," and the boy of the grandchildren would give a big, "whoaaa" and Tethys would smile. After all, 'blown up' wasn't entirely wrong...
And yes, Tethys was planning on raising grandchildren to have her cockney accent. The thought made her laugh. Laugh as the world sped past and she was sat beside Shark, alive.
Alive.
Laugh away th' pain. 'Cause it's coming.
@Mr_DC