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you landed awkwardly next to him, your weapons clattering on the cement next to you as you struggled to get a breath into your lungs. you heard marc groan next to you and you tried to look up but a stabbing pain had stopped you.
marc, hearing you in pain next to him, rolled to you and checked your breathing. he heard your shudder for a breath as your eyes found him.
"marc?" you rasped, and marc nodded, silently doing an injury check, at least what he could do.
he heard steven in his head, i killed her now, didn't i?! no, you didn't. she just spoke. marc echoed back.
"i think you broke a rib." marc finally revealed, and suddenly, you found it harder to breath. "oh." you panted and marc nodded, "come on. we can go home and get you patched up."
no hospitals, you had once told marc. you were a fugitive, hospitals were like basically turning yourself into the police.
you must've blacked out on the way home because you found yourself wrapped up in a blanket, and you could hear the rustling of a bandage against the blanket as you tried to move. you felt hands shove you back down, "don't move." you heard marc harshly speak, a bag of chips in his lap as he held a book in his hand.
you sighed, and looked up at him, "what kind of chips are those?" your head was near his waist and you could see the bag from your peripheral vision.
"doritos." marc replied, flipping the page of the book.
your stomach rumbled, "give me one." you opened your mouth, "put it in."
marc smirked, "wouldn't be the first time you've done those two things at once."
