400yearsofsurvival | 8th Bite // [Spam] // CW for lasting and bloody injuries, mild burns

[ Monday (evening) ]

[ To say he was having difficulty was an understatement. After everything Dillon did, he felt...unsettled. That added to his newest injuries was far more than he wanted to deal with. It was frustrating to wait for these things to heal. The wound should have been gone in less than a minute after the bar had been pulled out. But like the burns, it lingered. The burns were better, now. Thankfully. It wasn't even that they were healed, just...less. They required far less bandages. But his chest, back and side were a mess. Thick bandages wrapping his chest, and more around his palms. He didn't even bother finding a replacement shirt. He just made his way back to Chris's cabin. It was rare that he needed rest. But wounds like this warranted it. ]

[ Tuesday ]

[ Late that day, having slept through most of it, he headed up from the eight level to the fourth. But on the stairs, as he neared his assigned floor, he smelled blood. Sniffing at the air, he was able to find it. Smears. Hand prints. Following it up the stairs, he finally found the source. He watched, from a distance. Stephen, having his little tantrum at the door to CES. He didn't know the reason behind it, or even the implications of it. But seeing the man so very broken was such an incredible pleasure.

But he heard someone approaching. He was in no shape to deal with any one who might assume he'd been involved in the bloody mess on the floor. So he retreated. Shirtless and bandaged, he made a brief stop by the dining hall. But only long enough to gather up half a day's supply of blood rations and fruit. He didn't even bother going for apples, just whatever he could easily grab. Then it was back to the burned out husk of his room to gather up what clothes he had left. Then on to Chris's cabin, where he intended not to leave until he absolutely had to. ]

[ Wednesday ]

[ He didn't feel it anymore. But he had the memory of it. That feeling Dillon's touch had inspired. It had been fleeting at best. But it was a bright flash in something that had been dark for so very long. It was something true and genuine. A stark contrast to the dry and bitter remnants he had left. It wasn't something one could easily ignore.

Between that and his severely weakened state, he wasn't out nearly as much as he'd been before. And he wasn't being quite as careful of his comings and goings as he had been. But he ventured out less often and returned quickly. Going only a few places. Like the dining hall just long enough to grab something. Or the infirmary to have his bandages changed. He was starting to appreciate David in a weird sort of way. Not with any sort of gratitude, thankfully. But there was something to be said for knowing there was at least one entity on this ship he could go to without having to deal with the mess that was most humans. No prying, no questions of morality. Cold and clinical. If only more people on the ship were like that.

Those he'd been watching will notice a very distinct lack of his presence today. And he'll be much harder to find than usual. Unless someone finds out he's in Chris's room. ]

[ Voice ][ Late Wednesday ]

[ He sounds weary. Without his usual menace. ]

What's it take to get a new cabin, on a new level?

[ Private to Chris ][ Voice ][ Later Wednesday ]

[ It's getting into the hours some might refer to as the "dead of night" and Jerry is relocating, after verifying Stiles' hadn't been toying with him. Chris's room is left relatively in tact. The sheets and blankets stripped completely off the bed (because who wants that gross dog smell?), and there may be a bit of blood on the mattress. From the vampires wounds or his feeding habits, who knows. But there's plenty of evidence in the trash that he's been bringing his rations there to consume them. ]

Room's all yours, guy.

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[ Whether she trusted what she said or not, it was the truth. Should she pry into it at all. ]

Usually I avoid people with such...specific tastes, but here? It's beneficial to us both. Let's just say his arm wasn't the only place he offered.

[Lydia Martin? Is very far from innocent. In fact, she's probably one of the most sexually experienced teenagers on the Barge. And she is very comfortable with the subject, with her body and her sexuality. But she can't really believe what Jerry is implying.]

How is he benefiting from anything you're doing to him?

[ He lets out a small laugh. ]

Lydia. Do I really have to spell it out for you?

[She makes a face. Like she would make a face about anything that involves Jerry.]

No.

I don't believe you.

[ Another small laugh. ]

Do you know where the femoral artery is, Lydia?

Yes. I'm familiar with human anatomy.

[And with what he's implying.]

Leave him alone.

If he comes to me, I won't say no.

[ He had no doubt Stephen would be back. Or at least easily coaxed back. ]

And if he doesn't?

[Not that she believes a word out of his mouth.]

A simple...invitation. It's all he'd need. But maybe if he weren't so...frustrated, he'd be less likely respond. I'd suggest you assist him with that, Lydia, but I doubt you'd be up to fulfill all of his needs.

[Lydia rolls her eyes and smirks at the insinuation. She has no interest in Stephen that way but she can't just let Jerry talk without a comeback.]

I highly doubt that's what he really needs right now. But I can guarantee you that my skills in fulfilling needs are far superior than anything you could possibly come up with.

[ He doubted that. Four hundred years of manipulation and seduction versus the skills of a seventeen year old girl. ]

Then by all means. He's ripe for it.

Like I said. That is not what I believe he needs.

Try and keep up, Jerry.

Oh, trust me. He needs it. More than I'm sure even he'd admit.

If there is one thing I will never do is trust you.

I'm sure you'll change your mind. Eventually.

Are you planning on forcing me to?

What means would I have to do such a thing?

Don't know. Don't really care.

But you know a small army will come after you if you try. [Even if she doesn't want them to.]

But you're so....sure this is something I can do.

Something you could try, anyway.

So you don't know.

Don't I?

No. You don't.

[ And with that, he disconnected. ]

[Lydia groans in frustration and hangs up, too.

Ass.]

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