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Yvan
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Despite the dingy look of the place, it looked much better than the apartment he had in Baltimore. He wasn't a big fan of it either, probably due to the fact he was being held here by a high class agent. But what could he do? It wasn't like fighting was an option with his hands cuffed, nor was running since it would be damn near impossible to get away from Don. With a sigh, he headed over to the closest bed and sat down, a plume of smoke rising up.
"Just be quick with it," he mumbled. The deserter wasn't the type who dealt with medical situations well, it was something he pride himself from staying away from. Even with broken a hand or the occasional stab to the leg, he fixed it himself. All from a combination of fear of someone finding him and someone trying to help him. "And I'll try not to kick you away." He wasn't going to mention the fact he felt sick from the fall he had, even quick movements made his mind swell with pain, taking a worse toll on him than gash that litter his body. Just getting the wounds stitched up was good enough for him at the moment.
The thought of him biting the agent came to mind as he drew towards him, toting the first aid kit in his hand. It could offer a distraction while he tried to make another run from the agency but it was only a fantasy he could dream of. Aric doubted it would give him enough time to rush over and open the unlocked door, let alone manage to get away from Don. He was still desperate enough despite being injured but choose to try another time, one where he might have an upper hand.
Before Don got started on him, he decided to 'joke' with him, seeing it as the next best thing he could do to make the agent's life just a little but more difficult. "You know, while you're fixing up my wounds, you should also fix your roots. They're showing." It wasn't much but it was all he could on short notice.
"Just be quick with it," he mumbled. The deserter wasn't the type who dealt with medical situations well, it was something he pride himself from staying away from. Even with broken a hand or the occasional stab to the leg, he fixed it himself. All from a combination of fear of someone finding him and someone trying to help him. "And I'll try not to kick you away." He wasn't going to mention the fact he felt sick from the fall he had, even quick movements made his mind swell with pain, taking a worse toll on him than gash that litter his body. Just getting the wounds stitched up was good enough for him at the moment.
The thought of him biting the agent came to mind as he drew towards him, toting the first aid kit in his hand. It could offer a distraction while he tried to make another run from the agency but it was only a fantasy he could dream of. Aric doubted it would give him enough time to rush over and open the unlocked door, let alone manage to get away from Don. He was still desperate enough despite being injured but choose to try another time, one where he might have an upper hand.
Before Don got started on him, he decided to 'joke' with him, seeing it as the next best thing he could do to make the agent's life just a little but more difficult. "You know, while you're fixing up my wounds, you should also fix your roots. They're showing." It wasn't much but it was all he could on short notice.