I stayed silent.
Vienna had no idea of the argument me and Dante had before this shit show happened. I had a feeling I'd be the last person Dante would want to come home to.
“Get yourself fucked right off!” Shark gasped, pulling my attention to him.He was straining to get off the bed, Doc pushing him back down by his shoulders.
“Don't be so stupid, lad. They used a bigger needle to tattoo you with. It'll only sting for a second.”
“Like fuck!” he hissed, still straining to get away. It wasn’t much of a fight, though, not with that wound in his stomach. “It's going to sting for a hell of a lot more than that, and you know it!”
“Alright. A couple of seconds. It's either that or die, Shark,” Doc shrugged.
“Well, that’s it then,” he said, flopping back on the bed. “I’ve had a good run. I’m ready to meet my maker.”
“Shall I call for the church elders and the vicar?” I asked with a sickly-sweet smile.
“I will resurrect you and kill you myself if you even dare say something like that again!” Jenna slapped at his chest.
“I’ve been stabbed, woman, and you’re slapping me! And you’re not helping!” He spat in my direction.
“Um, excuse me, cheese man. I think you’ll find it was me who brought the Doc here. The least you could do is thank me.”
“Go to hell, Rachel!”
Vienna might have a point if this is what I’m like all the time.
“Just let Doc get to work,” Jenna hissed, slapping him again. “Don’t waste energy arguing with these idiots.”
“I was planning on it, anyway,” Doc said with a shrug. “No one is dying on my watch.”
“Ahh fuck,” Shark hissed. Jenna clasped his hand and brought it to her lips, kissing his knuckles. “Do what you need to do, Doc.”
“Go get him a beer, Rachel,” Vienna nudged me.
My head shot up to look at him instead of the agonised look on Shark’s face. “What? Why me? You go get him a fucking beer.”
“I'm not going anywhere. I want to see the Shark man cry.”
“And I don't?” I huffed back at him, placing my hands on my hips.
“Err… I've been here longer.”
“Like that's a reason.” I rolled my eyes as he turned to face me, and placed his hands on his own hips, mocking me.
“It is. I've earned it. You've not put up with his shit as long as I have.”
“He just snapped at me and said I wasn’t helping. Heexpectsme to do nothing,” I said, resisting the childish impulse to say “ha,” afterwards.
“Or… Shark could be waiting for you to make it up to him by bringing him a beer to numb the pain,” Vienna countered.
“He spied on me. He owes me this.”
“Following orders isn’t exactly spying, Rachel. Dante told him to,” Vienna came right back at the same time as Shark croaked “not spying,” in the background.
“It still happened, though,” I huffed.
“Well, he once stole fifty quid from me.”
“Pft. I’ve heard this story. You lost it at poker.”
