forum ONE ON ONE (WITH FORK SATAN)

Started July 09, 2018 by @ThatBackgroundSlytherin

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Jules finished detaching the ships and looked down at her. "Eh might as well." He scooped her up and carried her down the hall to the cockpit, gently setting her down in the co-pilot's chair.

Time skip? To when she wakes up (which is a couple days later)?

(Yas)

Lil woke up slowly, and looked around. Why… why am I in the cockpit…? Where's Jules?

Jules slipped out of bed and got dressed quickly. I wonder if she's awake yet…

Lil leaned forward, then discovered that was a mistake. "Ughhh…" She felt nauseated and on the brink of sending up bile from her stomach.

Jules strolled into the cockpit. "Oh you're awake! I was starting to get worried…" He looked at her face. 'Do you need a bucket?"

Lil nodded quickly, not in the fit to respond. Why do I feel this bad?

Jules rushed to the kitchen and grabbed the bucket, then hurried back to the cockpit. "Here." He handed it to her, knelling down next to her.

Lil put her face over it…

but nothing happened. Her body heaved and heaved, but there was nothing to bring up.

Jules cringed. "Just…..keep at it."

Her body kept at it for quite some time, until, suddenly, it stopped. The chip in her arm beeped cheerfully, then she was able to sit up, see clearly, and the pain in her stomach was gone.
"Wh-what the hell?"

"What happened?" Jules cocked his head.

"I… I don't know…" Lil breathed, looking at her arm. "I think it was something to do with this damn chip. I don't think I can leave your ship." She looked at him.

Jules looked at her with concern. "Did the cops do that to you or something?"

"Yeah, whenever they took me back into the room, they put weird coordinates that always track your ship, and, and they injected it into my shoulder. I think I could get it out if I had a pair of plyers since it's only a few days old."

"I have some." Jules paused. "Wait…you won't run away will you?"

"No… I suppose I won't." She sighed. "There are probably more men like them, and I don't want them to get their filthy hands on me. The chip was a lucky break. I don't think I'm going to be that lucky again…"

"Yeah…" Jules sighed. "I'll go get the pliers. You stay here and rest okay?"

"Okay. Thank you, Jules." She laid back into the chair and started picking at the skin around the chip (but there wasn't a lot).

Jules went into the cargo hold and got the pliers from the top shelf. He made his way back to the cockpit, stopping for a towel. "I thought you might need this cus it'll probably bleed." He mentioned as he entered the cockpit.

"Oh, right." She took the towel and put it under the already bleeding wound. Without any hesitation, she carefully put the pliers to the wound and wrapped it around the piece of metal embedded into her arm. Once she got a nice, good grip on it, she tugged hard, and with a wince, and a weird shuuuuck from her arm and the piece, she held a bright little chip with weird flashing tubes. It was dark with blood, so it was impossible to tell a finer shape, or the initial color of the tubes and chip itself.

Jules gulped. "That's….that's a lot of blood."

Lil shrugged and plopped the chip into the towel. She began to mop up the blood… with the same towel. "Do you have any dressings or bandages I can have to dress this? Or like a sewing needle and thread? This'll get infected really fast if it's not closed soon."

"Yeah sure thing." He rushed to a drawer and pulled it open. "Uh…we have cause and medical tape."