Eventually, Blondie stopped watching me constantly. The younger guy even came close enough to check the bandage around my arm.
I let him.
Mostly.
"Don't poke it."
"I'm checking it."
"Check it with your eyes."
He sighed.
"That's not how this works."
"It is now."
His fingers pressed lightly near the edge of the bandage.
I flinched.
He immediately pulled back.
"Sorry."
I frowned at him, not because he'd hurt me, because he'd apologised.
Weird fucking people.
He finished checking it and stepped away.
"Nothing's opened back up. That's good."
"Thrilling."
"You should still take it easy."
"Everyone keeps saying that."
"Maybe there's a reason."
"Maybe you're all annoying."
He gave me the smallest smile.
"That too."
A while later, movement started around the room.
Bags were lifted.
Weapons checked.
Magazines counted.
The older man disappeared through the doorway and returned without his pack.
I straightened, Blondie noticed immediately.
"Time to go."
