WHO: Jake and Talia. WHAT: Patching up his many hurts. WHEN: February 2, just after dark. WHERE: The infirmary. RATING: Medium for blood, and Jake's mouth.
The pain had subsided in his fingers by the time Jake made it to the front gate of the prison. He was pretty sure sometime during Redd’s beating his left pinky and ring finger had been stomped on. Just like he was pretty sure one of Redd’s buddy’s had kicked him so hard in the head that it’d split his head open. Though that could have been just from hitting the ground too. He wasn’t entirely sure anymore. All he knew as he banged on the gates was that the blood had stopped dripping into his eye and it was cold instead of warm against his skin.
He got lucky though and he knew it. He’d seen Redd and them do much worse to a father that wasn’t willing to back down. He’d joined in once or twice simply to prove he deserved the gangs protection. He shook his head, now was not the time to think about that. He had two goals once the damned gate opened. Find his sister and ask that they let him clean out his wounds and someone set his fingers. After the run in with the group across town, Jake wasn’t sure how welcoming this group would be.
He was surprised as he was let in and they shuffled his bleeding mess of a person off to the infirmary. There was a very brief inspection of his person beforehand probably checking for bite marks. It was a familiar routine from when the gang took him in. He was just glad they weren’t too rough with him, any more abuse and Jake was sure he’d hit the ground and never get up again.
Dumped in an observation room, he waited for someone to see to him. Laying back on the bed he sighed. That was it, it’d been far too long since he’d had a chance to lay down on any kind of bed that wasn’t made up of layered sleeping bags and blankets. Hopefully getting patched up would be quick and he could drift off to sleep for a few hours.