Dimitri attempts to compose a protest, but his phone and hands are really not cooperating.
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Fuck it. He tears a few strips of fabric off the sheets of the fold-out for a makeshift bandage -- which hurts a little, remembering Rich doing this for him in the rover -- and sets off for the infirmary. Sword unsheathed, this time. He's not taking any chances.
Whether by luck, or because whatever's taken Rich isn't looking for a second confrontation either, he makes it to the infirmary without incident, and slides through the door -- wary and bristling, in case this is an ambush, or Watson's been replaced too.
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Fuck it. He tears a few strips of fabric off the sheets of the fold-out for a makeshift bandage -- which hurts a little, remembering Rich doing this for him in the rover -- and sets off for the infirmary. Sword unsheathed, this time. He's not taking any chances.
Whether by luck, or because whatever's taken Rich isn't looking for a second confrontation either, he makes it to the infirmary without incident, and slides through the door -- wary and bristling, in case this is an ambush, or Watson's been replaced too.