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Jesper’s loud footsteps followed you through the Crow Club. He had been on your heels for the last three hours, ranting about your recklessness. Kaz and Inej sent you annoyed expressions before disappearing into the crowd of gamblers.
Several patrons were confused, but you simply rolled your eyes, allowing Jesper to follow you upstairs and into your room. You continued listening to Jesper’s complaints as you began ridding yourself of any weapons and battle gear. All you wanted was a good night’s rest after another successful heist.
You thought Jesper would never shut up. That is, until you pulled off your shirt and tossed it aside. Jesper’s voice went quiet as you examined the deep cut on your abdomen.
“Shit,” he muttered. “Okay, that’s it! No more heists for you! It’s too dangerous!”
Jesper glared when you huffed, a small smile making its way onto your face, “Speak for yourself, Fahey. Crime is what I live for.”
Jesper made a face of disgust when you wrapped your injury in bandages. He was never good around open wounds. The sight of them always made him sick. Perhaps he should go into another profession.
He cringed at the blood on your side as you slipped your shirt back onto your body. You approached Jesper, only pausing to gently pat his shoulder, and asked, “I’m going let Inej sew this up. Coming?”
“Absolutely not!”
You grinned at his quick reply. Jesper’s eyes followed you as you left the room, and then he exclaimed, “Don’t think this conversation is over!”
“Whatever!”
Jesper groaned at your carefree attitude. He ran his hands over his face in exasperation, and then muttered, “They’re going to be the death of me.”