Don't Be Scared

S2 E3 : 🛑 ZR 🛑 (Ch. 154)

Together, we walked over to the tall structure that was welded down onto the trailer. 10K hopped on the front corner of the trailer first. Before I could make an attempt to do it myself, our sniper leaned his hand down in front of my face. 

Smiling, I graciously took the rare offer, wrapping my hand around his wrist as he did for mine. The itching had occurred the moment he touched the stitches with only a thin fabric separating skin-on-skin contact, but I ignored it. They should be fine.

Doc says they come off soon, so what happens if they come off a little earlier?

"Doc said," I grunted as he helped lift me up onto the sturdy wood floor, "I'll be able to take the stitches out in a couple of days."

"What happened to your wrist anyway?"

10K and I prevented ourselves from speaking more when Vasquez had entered the chat. As if we were speaking about how to make the vaccine amongst ourselves, we looked over at him then back at the other.

I turned my head back towards the new person of the group after 10K nodded his head downward once, "I jumped out of a moving vehicle that Murphy was driving straight into Jersey Devil Refinery."

Vasquez's eyes were directly on mine, searching deep within my (E/C) orbs for any signs of a lie. I have no reason to lie about how I got these stitches. I don't know if he thinks I was bit, but if I was, I should've already turned. 

He's been with us for what, two days? Bites on the arm usually comes with a fever, then the shakes and finally, turning. I feel great; just thirsty. When I turned my head back towards my previous conversation, all I saw was chest.

10K had taken a step up as if he was worried Vasquez may do something if he believed I was lying. Vasquez wouldn't, right? I looked up into 10K's sapphire blue eyes, which were already looking down at my (E/C) shades. 

I smiled up at him even though we were now both kind of worrying about Vasquez's future actions. I looked down at our hands, now noticing that they were still connected from when he helped me jump on. 

I said nothing of disgust or disapproval of the small connection we shared, but the same time I coughed to clear my airway was the same time we heard coughing and giggling behind us.

I turned my back on 10K, letting go first. 

Doc and Murphy--of course Murphy is involved in something bad--were outside of the dusty black Charger, both standing by the passenger door. Wrecking Ball stood on the other side, staring at his uncle, who seemed to be a little more pissed off every second he stared back. 

The only thing that separated the lion from the chipmunk was a car door. I'd hate to see what would've happened if the metallic egress wasn't there. 

"A jet airliner departs from Toronto, headed for O'Hare." 

Before Sam could finish his little riddle, Murphy interrupted him, "Excuse me, stewardess? Will there be snack service on this flight?"

All three erupted into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, showing how high or strung out they really were. Was there weed in that vehicle?

I just now noticed the smoke that seemed to be disappearing from the inside the stationed vehicle. 

Jesus Christ. How do people keep finding this stuff? One look from their actual captain, our two ended their laughing fit but poor Wrecking Ball had a shit-eating grin on his face. One look from his own captain, though, Wrecking Ball finally straightened up.

"A hundred-and-fifty passengers on board, twenty of them in first class. The plane develops a catastrophic engine problem. The pilot puts it down in Lake Erie."

"The wreckage straddles the international border. Now, according to maritime law, how many survivors get buried in Canada? Go." Sam's riddle ended in a fast pace, showing no mercy when it comes to waiting for an answer.

He didn't want Wrecking to think about it at all. I may not be the smartest cookie in the cookie jar, but I know for a fact that if a plane crashes in lake Erie--if they were to be survivors--, they'd be eaten by the Sea Lampreys. 

Plus, he said 'if survivors were to get buried'. What type of status must you have to walk with the living?  

"Okay, there's.." Wrecking started with the calculations like a dumbass, "there's 150 passengers."

He definitely started with division, "And there's 20 in first class. Wait,"

There was an extra second to add for a dramatic effect, "You don't bury survivors."

It was on pure instinct that I physically face-palmed myself, shaking my head in disappointment. I didn't mean for everyone to see my visible disappointment, but sometimes, you just got to show it. 

I didn't think Murphy and Doc would mess themselves up so quickly, especially Doc. All three of them began to laugh at Wrecking's answer, feeling proud of themselves and taking this whole situation as a joke. 

The amount of time it took Wrecking Ball to answer was absolutely horrible, if we're being honest.

"You!" Sam pointed his finger directly onto Murphy, who straightened up his back when being called on by the 'dean', "Look at me. You don't look right to me."

"I don't know know how I look, but I feel pretty good."

Murphy and Doc leaned into each other in a fit of laughter that quickly died down when Warren slid the tips of her hand in front of her throat, meaning 'you-best-stop-with-your-shit-now'.

Sam turned back around to look at the person who owned the men. 

"Your friend has to ride in the medic wagon with the sick."

"Whoa, whoa, what?" Murphy sounded truly bewildered at the new seating chart, "I didn't even get a riddle."

Ignoring what Murphy had said in a joking manner, Sam's eyes remained on Warren, "We can afford compassion for the ill only because we have rules."

Then, turned to the side so his face could be visible to Murphy and Doc, "That gonna be a problem?"

When Sam asked this, you knew the question was going to be for Murphy, mainly, since he was the one being vocal at the moment. He's only angry because he feels like Murphy is a bad influence on Wrecking--which he is.

Completely. Warren repeatedly gave Murphy a warning look with narrowing her chocolate eyes as she answered for the patient. 

"No, not a problem."

|| Why'd you only call me when you're high? ||