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Started March 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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Cameron had done plenty to prepare for the hit. He had stretched out so much he felt like a spaghetti noodle and put his knee brace on (which really helped the most with how much movement was involved in the hit). He slipped off his mask and his gloves, which were still holding the knives and small pistols he stole from the gang members. He only glanced at her once to make sure she was definitely okay before heading upstairs to change his bloody clothes, and putting on a pair of shorts so he could slip his brace off comfortably.

(Thanks!)

Ava stands in the kitchen, a scowl on her face. Snow and blood, both fresh and dried, covers her from head to toe. Things had gotten really messy at that last bit. To make things even worse, one of her favorite knives had been broken. Muttering under her breath continuously, she heads up the stairs. Once she reaches the bathroom, she glances at herself in the mirror. When she sees her own reflection, she flinches a little. She quickly turns away and peels off her outfit, her gloves, and her masks. She’ll have to wash them later but right now she just really needs a shower.

(You're welcome ^-^)

Cameron heard Ava walk past his room to the bathroom and sighed. "Ava! I'm about to get the medical kit out. Whenever you're done in there, I can help patch anything up!" He called to her, crossing his room with a gasp as his leg almost buckled from the lost support. However he quickly caught himself, barely stumbling against the opposite wall. He shook himself and scooted over to the dresser, where he hid a medical kit, which he got out and transferred to his bed.

“Okay!” Ava calls out, keeping her reply short and simple. She really doesn’t feel like interacting with anyone but getting her wounds patched up is necessary. After a fifteen minute shower, she dries off, braids her wet hair, and changing into a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. She leaves her bloody clothes in the bathroom for now. Heading into Cameron’s room, she plops down on the edge of the bed with a sigh.

Cameron had cleaned up from last night, folding up the blankets and setting them down near his closet with difficulty because of his limp. When she entered the room he crossed over to her, trying to hide his limp the best he could, sitting down next to her and picking up the kit.
"Can you do it, or is there somewhere that's awkward to reach that you need help with?"

“There’s one in the middle of my back that I can’t reach. I can do the rest myself,” Ava answers, not looking forward to this. Her pain tolerance is high but that doesn’t mean that she enjoys post mission patch up sessions. “Do you have any that you need me to get for you?” She asks as she pulls off her sweatshirt and sets it aside. Despite the horrible scars that litter her body, especially her stomach and back, she has plenty of self confidence. Besides, this is Cameron. She knows and trusts him. Mostly.

Like her, Cameron was very comfortable with her. He knew what she was comfy with and she him. Cameron, though, unlike her, didn't have much confidence in his body. His multitude of scars from numerous life events made it hard to wear even shorts without feeling like someone was staring. He nodded and started sanitizing the wound with a cotton swab and medical alcohol, peering at it to make sure it wasn't too deep.
"This one shouldn't scar. It looked like a knife barely grazed you." He finished with the sanitizing and pressed on a medical gauze. "And no, I don't. I got all of the ones that are questionable." He took his hands off of her and picked idly at a patch on his upper thigh, handing the kit to her with his free hand.

“That bastard tore my outfit so now I’m going to have sew it up. Don’t people have manners anymore? These types of outfits aren’t cheap,” Ava twists at her rings as she waits for Cameron to finish up. Luckily, this cut isn’t too bad so it’s over with quick. She takes the kit from him and begins to stitch up the knife wound on her upper chest. “Are you sure you don’t need any help? I’m a lot more expiranced with injuries than I am with using kitchen appliances,” She comments as she continues to carefully stitch up the wound. There’s nothing pleasant about it but it needs to be done right.

Cameron grunted softly at her complaining. "I can sew if for you. I'll need to do mine tomorrow anyway. They attacked my legs and arms a lot. Oddly enough, not my chest, which was strange. It's just annoying. But, no, I'm sure. I'll be alright." He continued picking at a tightly-wrapped bandaging that somewaht squeezed at his leg. It was really annoying him. He hated tight things on his legs. He felt like he delt with it too much. Maybe he'd stop getting himself hurt. He was kind of tired of all of the rush of the fights and gettng hurt. It was really annoying after a while.

“I can sew it, don’t worry. It’s getting the blood stains out that I’m not looking forward to.” The process is messy and it’s her least favorite thing to do. At least the sewing is somewhat relaxing. She finishes sewing up the cut on her chest. “There we go. Now I’ll see to see another day.” She pulls her sweatshirt back on before swiftly packing the kit up. “If you keep picking at it, you’re going to fuck up the bandages,” She comments when she see him mess with some bandaging on his thigh.

Even more annoying. Handling laundry detergent and scrubbing hard as possible, making your fingers wrinkle up and stink of blood. Cameron was well-off enough to drop one job. He really didn't need it much anymore. He stopped picking at it upon her comment and sighed, glancing at her.
"Do you need more gauze? I used quite a bit on myself."

Ava glances down at the cut on her arm. It appears to have stopped bleeding. “Nope, I’m good.” She shakes her head a little. A frown tugs at her lips as she studies him. “Is something wrong, Cameron? Don’t take this the wrong way but you haven’t been acting like yourself since we got back. The mission was a success so why are you so gloomy?”

"Alright, are you sure you don't want to bandage that? It might get infected," He fretted gently, pausing at her question. He sat up a little in posture and rubbed his face. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm just tired." He was sure this would pass. He was just tired and he and she alike came back with many injuries. "I just can't look at this as a victory, yet. We didn't get them all, and we got hurt."

She waves her hand at him, brushing off his concerns. The cut will be fine. “Are you sure?” She asks, studying him. Being tired makes sense but she can’t help but feel like there’s more. “No, we didn’t get them all but we did get most of them. We can always do another sweep sometime and kill the rest of those assholes.” Sighing, she pulls off of one her rings and fiddles with it. “Our injuries aren’t that bad. Getting hurt is just part of the job sometimes.”

Cameron picked up another cotton ball and started dipping it in alcohol, reaching over to dab it on her arm gently. He wanted to ward of infection and save her a trip from the hospital.
"I'm sure I'm fine. It'll pass." He shrugged. "It's just something that happens near Christmas." He did have a few issues with this time of year, too. This is when his ex-wife took Cormac, just before Christmas.

“Cameron, it’s fine,” Ava sighs when he starts to dab an alcohol soaked cotton ball on her arm. Glancing over to him, her brows furrow. “What is it about Christmas time?” She asks, curious. This is usually a cheerful time of year for people. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

Cameron finished up with it and grabbed the gauze stubbornly. "Don't worry about it. I'll get better eventually." He wrapped the wound tight and ripped the gauze, patting it down with tape and letting her go.
"There. Where are the dogs?"

Ava chews her inner cheek as she stares at him. “Stubborn man,” She mutters, displeased when he wraps up her wound. “Kreja is passed out in my room being a lump. I’m going to assume that Lily is with him.” She’d only briefly glanced in her room so she can’t say for certain.

Cameron sat back with a sigh on his comfy bed, running a hand through his curly, rather limp hair. "Ah, that lump," He muttered with a smile and a soft laugh. "I bet she is. They've been getting closer and closer lately." He scooted back on his bed and leaned back on his pillows with a yawn. "We'll have to watch the news tomorrow, to make sure we're not under suspicion."

“Kreja needs his beauty sleep,” Ava laughs, shaking her head in amusement. That dog is her baby. “They couldn’t be cuter if they tried. Look at the picture I took of them the other day.” She pulls out her phone and hands it to him. Almost every single photo is of Kreja or Lily but there are a few of Cameron with the dogs mixed in. “We cleaned up pretty well so we should be okay,” She comments, though she nods in agreement.

Cameron looked through them with a small grin teasing his lips as he looked through. "They're adorable." He handed her phone back when he reached the end, stretching his arms out. "Yeah, we did. You hid your knives, right?" He relaxed his arms back down, carefully stretching his legs and hips.