First name Agent, last name Washington (freelancerwash) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2019-05-11 19:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, ~2019 may, ~25 points, ~~agent washington (freelancerwash), ~~agent york (freelanceryork) |
Who: Agent Washington and Agent York
What: Wash is pissed off and walked out
When: Saturday Evening
Where: Wherever on the streets Wash has stormed off to
Warnings: PTSD, talk about injuries, almost dying
Status: Closed/in progress
Wash wasn't sure where he was right now but he didn't care. He didn't plan on going back to the house but other than that he didn't have much of a plan in mind. Church had tried to go with him but the spiky rage of Wash's thoughts had forced him out of his implants back to Carolina before Wash could even yell at him to get the fuck out.
Fucking Carolina. She'd been so hesitant trying to tell him which was so unlike her. He'd had to yell at her to just spit it out to finally get the whole story that she hadn't ever told him just how badly he was injured. He knew he'd almost died but to hear that he had basically bled out on Locus' ship and spent significant time without oxygen getting to his brain had hit him like a punch.
Am I the only one who didn't know? Am I the only one that didn't know I HAD FUCKING BRAIN DAMAGE?
No, Wash, I didn't tell anyone...
Including me!
Shouting in her face it had been satisfying to see her actually cringe back from him. Badass Agent Carolina was afraid of him for at least a few seconds.
How could you keep that from me? I thought we trusted each other?
And then he got to see her with a look he'd never seen before. Like she might actually cry. And that had been even more satisfying.
Pissed off beyond the ability to stay he'd turned on his heel and left the house, slamming the door behind him. Since then he'd just been walking. He didn't know what he was doing or where he was going to end up but walking kept him from hitting things for now.