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Jack Oat (masterofnone) wrote in lost_world,

"It doesn't make sense. And, no, it's not good." Jack sighed, slipping from his lap. "Put pressure on it. We'll get you fixed up."

The hunter started to put things away in her bag before making her way to the bathroom to find the bandages. It didn't make sense. There had to be an explanation - people didn't develop psychic abilities. Unless they were dipped in toxic waste, flown to other realities, or manipulated by some outside force. Well, two out of three were possible. Maybe even the third one.

"This doesn't make sense." She was stating an obvious, but it had to be stated all the same. She settled down beside him on the couch with all she needed to patch him up. "Least your boy's prepared."