[It was Tuesday. Riley had gotten hurt Saturday, and after three days of pain-killers, three days of pain not going away, three days of it hurting to breath, hurting to move, hurting to not move, and Sal and Gunn taking shifts to help her while she was healing...she was done.
True to her word, she called Jinx.]Hey, Jinx, don't suppose you'd like
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Sure thing, Sweetheart. Where'll I find ya' at?
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My room, haven't left it in days. Door's open, just pop in?
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He hesitates, knuckles frozen on the door, and then enters with a grin on his face.]
How's that injury treatin' ya'?
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She's glad to see him, and lifts her hand in a small wave.]
Injuries. Got a concussion and cracked ribs too. Hurt like a bitch.
[Carefully, with a wince, she starts to slide her legs over the side of the bed.]
Help me up?
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