Post by Golden on May 6, 2023 22:40:06 GMT
Ishaan shook his head, a faint smile appearing on his lips. "It was my fault anyways. Besides, you got me out before the worst of it. Thanks for alerting her." Likely a lie, but he didn't know for sure. It was better not to think about it. "And thank you," he added glancing towards Ellington.
Her. She'd certainly stepped in. He could see how she'd gotten such a high ranking position at her age. Whatever that was. Young. Klaire had been fierce, authoritative, she'd stepped in and gotten three grown men under control. Only after he'd gotten his ass kicked, of course...
It worried him. She'd made him a promise, and on the easiest leg of their journey, she hadn't been able to keep it. Ishaan didn't want his mind to wander in that direction, not while everything was so fresh, but currently, he was ready to request an end to their contract. Perhaps she'd find someone better suited for the role in Brimstone. He'd find a way back home somehow. He was clearly not built for this.
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With the shirt cut, Ellington gently pushed it aside to examine Ishaan's chest. Bruising on one side, but nothing else. His hands ran over the skin, pressing around the area and noticing the slight flinch of pain. But their was no cry, no abnormal swelling or bloating. "You have some bruising but nothing serious. You'll likely feel pain for a couple days but it will subside," the medic said, moving up the table, closer to his face. The jaw was bruised, his temple too. Minimal skin abrasion. "Same with your jaw. You'll probably be in for a solid headache, but you'll survive, pretty boy."
Glancing towards Rob, Ellington scoffed. "No? Cut the crap, Rob." Then he looked towards Ishaan. "Everyone has a role on this goddamn ship. You broke that fuckin' rule. And the Captain rubbed salt in the wound."
Her. She'd certainly stepped in. He could see how she'd gotten such a high ranking position at her age. Whatever that was. Young. Klaire had been fierce, authoritative, she'd stepped in and gotten three grown men under control. Only after he'd gotten his ass kicked, of course...
It worried him. She'd made him a promise, and on the easiest leg of their journey, she hadn't been able to keep it. Ishaan didn't want his mind to wander in that direction, not while everything was so fresh, but currently, he was ready to request an end to their contract. Perhaps she'd find someone better suited for the role in Brimstone. He'd find a way back home somehow. He was clearly not built for this.
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With the shirt cut, Ellington gently pushed it aside to examine Ishaan's chest. Bruising on one side, but nothing else. His hands ran over the skin, pressing around the area and noticing the slight flinch of pain. But their was no cry, no abnormal swelling or bloating. "You have some bruising but nothing serious. You'll likely feel pain for a couple days but it will subside," the medic said, moving up the table, closer to his face. The jaw was bruised, his temple too. Minimal skin abrasion. "Same with your jaw. You'll probably be in for a solid headache, but you'll survive, pretty boy."
Glancing towards Rob, Ellington scoffed. "No? Cut the crap, Rob." Then he looked towards Ishaan. "Everyone has a role on this goddamn ship. You broke that fuckin' rule. And the Captain rubbed salt in the wound."