Far Cry thread #8: more Allya and Jacob (walking off ouchies)

//Up Next we have more Allya and Jacob who is walking off ouchies like we all know he thinks he can do 🤣

 

Allya never knew what to expect with the male before her and that was kind of what drew her into him. Caught her attention, though, when seeing him coming in covered in blood did make her eyebrow raise just a bit. Though she should know better since both men that she knew were volatile to the point of explosion if angered the wrong way.

Still, though the fact of seeing either one of them covered in blood had lost its surprise it still hadn't lost its allure. Just something she had gotten used to since she and her brothers and Alfred, had decided to make this their home. She shook her head as a soft chuckle escaped her lips as she watched the man cross into the room. Smirking a bit. "You would think stabbing someone once would be sufficient!"

Her voice rang out in a playful, slightly teasing tone. Her expression showed both mirth and was that affection as she watched him. Standing, she walked over to the male and motioned to him. "Sit. Let me see. You aren't hurt are you?"

 

Jacob looked a bit disoriented to say the least. Having spent the day attempting to help John clear off some of his roads from the resistance. As well as give protection to a large haul from the Henbane. Well, to say things had gone horribly would have probably been a MASSIVE understatement. He was indeed covered in blood at this point, both others and his own and his entire body hurt. Though he no longer could pinpoint anything.

First he'd ended up getting his rib grazed by a stray bullet and had to dive into the bushes to escape a rather heavy explosion. Then fairly pissed off he'd taken off after them only to end up in a pretty rough crash. The truck had rolled and he'd banged his head on the steering wheel. Probably had a bit of whiplash but who was keeping track?

Then there was his friend’s blood having rushed to pull them from the concrete. Nearly having to carry them off the road before he and another had managed to highjack a passing car to take off after them. OH!! Then the gun fight just outside of the gas station in which that stupid arrow shooting ugly cunt had popped out of the trees and shot him. Well he'd all but ripped the thing out, probably caused extra damage and then after a long amount of explaining to Joseph he'd finally set out back to the Veteran center. Picking and picking at his arms who'd actually almost scabbed over by now just to end up reopening them in stress to add to his long list of reasons it was shocking he was walking at all when he'd finally came sauntering through the door looking VERY much like he'd been through the war he'd just gone through.

His eyes briefly met Allya's as he heard her speak but past that he seemed a bit zoned out as he slowly staggered over to fall down onto the sofa with a low groan. That was really all she got in response at this point as well, Jacobs eyes staring off at the dark red carpet of the main room.

 

Seeing the way Jacob reacted and scenting the blood that was his, answered her. Standing, she went to one of the back rooms and grabbed a few things she would need. She had seen the head wound along his forehead and sighed, wondering what on earth he had gotten into now and not really wanting to know. She had also noticed his arms had begun bleeding again. She knew why he did it, but it still bothered her to some extent. Returning, she set everything down on the table nearest the sofa and pulled up a chair in front of the man, sitting as she got out the iodine and wipes and smirked lightly over at him.

"Just...bear with me, ok? I'm helping, even if it hurts." She always tried to talk to those she worked on to help heal. As her knowledge in medical lore had been used a lot since those around here had slowly started to trust her.

She tended to the wound on his forehead first. Washing it gently as she could, and adding healing medicines and adding a butterfly patch to hold it in place. "Hit your head again huh? You are so lucky, really. As many head wounds as I have had to heal you with." She tried for teasing, before turning her attention to the rest of his body. What type of healer would she be if she only healed the wounds she could see?

Reaching for the buttons of his shirt, she looked up at him, wondering if he would let her. She could still smell blood that was his and knew he was injured elsewhere.

 

Again no response. He'd already sort of known on his way back and frankly he'd had two choices. Go back to the Veteran center and end up getting Allya all over him OR slip off to one of the cabins or his bunker and deal with it himself. Well suffice to say he didn't even have to think too long on it. After the day he'd had whether he'd admit to it or not he needed some sort of comfort. Who wouldn't?

Light blue hues sort of staring off still he only grimaced a bit once as she'd cleaned off his head applied the butterfly patch. Otherwise he'd been fairly motionless until she'd reached for the bottom of his shirt. Slowly sitting forward finally he moved help her pull it up, hissing a bit as he moved the arm he'd torn the arrow from and his neck, but finally he let the blood-soaked black T-shirt drop to the sofa beside him and ended up sinking back more against the sofa, straight staring up at the ceiling now.

 

She didn't mind that Jacob didn't respond in any way. It was actually normal for him. He was either silent or yelling at her, and as odd as it may sound, she had begun to interpret his moods...or so she hoped, as he wasn't exactly an easy man to read. They had an understanding at times between them and while it wasn't always easy, she actually liked spending time with the big man. He might gruff and growl at her like he did everyone else, only difference was, he didn't scare her. Not in the least.

 

When he removed his shirt, it took a lot if not all her control to keep her face neutral. As a healer, she had seen a lot in her time healing others around her but how Jacob was still walking was surprising given the wounds to his arms and neck. Arrow, she could tell right away and her eyes furrowed as she took his arm into her embrace and examined the wound. "You pulled it back, didn't you?" She asked, looking up at him even if he didn't look at her. "It's ok. I've healed such before. You'll be back to your normal self in no time." She chuckled softly.

Releasing his arm a moment to reach back behind her and grabbed a stitch kit and some morphine. "Now...bear with me. This part might hurt a little. Sorry." She spoke as she swabbed iodine around the wound, and then taking the morphine, she gently as she could, shot him up with it around the wound so it wouldn't hurt when she closed the wound. Arrow wounds were nothing to sniff at. No matter where they were. She did the same to the area of his neck, tilting his head ever so slightly to the right as she cleaned it, being as careful as she could.

Once she was finished, she tilted her head as she watched him breathing for a moment and her quick eye caught the bruised rib by the way he breathed, and seeing the bruising upon his side. Wrapping it to stabilize it, she nodded when she looked him over once more just to be sure she hadn't missed anything. "There...perfect, as always." She smiled faintly as she stood, and kissed the top of his head before going to go clean up.

 

"Technically... No... I made one of the dumb asses do it" He muttered. He'd started to but hadn't been able to get a good grip so once they'd been back in car he'd all but threatened Hurk into yanking it the rest of the way out. The whole thing has turned into more obnoxious than painful but maybe that was a good thing.

Eyes closing as he felt her let him go and move for her supplies he simply fell silent again and let her do her thing for the moment and was mainly lost in his own head. A mixture of annoyance at John for not really helping with what was his own damn mess and concern seeing as his little brother was practically losing his damn mind recently. It wasn't a pretty sight to listen to the other constantly bitching and screaming like it helped anything. Well before he knew it she'd wrapped up what she was doing and was moving away to put things up. Taking a breath he sat there for a long moment. Everything still hurt, so moving didn't exactly sound fun but then he was a bit stubborn in that aspect. He couldn't sit still for very long unless he was drugged up a good amount. Moving to sit up a bit more he pushed from the sofa and slowly staggered for the stairs.

Making his way up to the office he finally sunk down into one of the chairs near the large table area and moved to grab a pack of cigarettes that sat there. Fishing one out and placing it between his lips he then grabbed up a pack of matches to light it. Eyes soon moving up to the large bored of progress they'd made in finding the wolves den on the wall he sort of stared for a moment. It was honestly shocking he'd even been able to turn his back on his own for a day and nothing had happened....

Or maybe it had. He just hadn't heard about it yet. Smoke slowly billowing from his lips he sort of got lost staring for a moment at the picture of Eli and Tammy near the top of the bored. The strings connecting to known sightings. Well before he knew it he'd actually started to doze off sitting there. Despite the pain his brain just wanted to shut down it would seem. Though not completely, and before he knew it he was in sort of a half sleep. Not actually out, the pain and thoughts were still there but he was still partially unconscious and likely looked asleep slumped there in the chair.

 

As she was cleaning up, she couldn't help but 'hear' Jacob's thoughts as they still hadn't worked out a way to keep her out fully and it was all the harder when he 'projected' at times without realizing it. She went still, 'listening' and sighed softly to herself. One problem at a time. She too, had noticed John's erratic behavior and she wasn't entirely sure how to help him. Wounds of the body, sure. That she was good at. Wounds of the mind, or the psyche, that was harder and more her mother's field of expertise. Sometimes Allya wished Becca was here with her. At least then she would know how better to help those she didn't know how to now. But then, it made her wonder what her mother would think about this place and the people within it and then she would be kinda glad that Becca wasn't here, for now.

Hearing Jacob get up, and move upstairs, Allya peeked out and after putting up the rest of the things she didn't use and cleaning up, she followed. Pausing in the doorway, she leaned against it lightly, watching him. She waited till he settled before she entered, knowing when to do so and grabbed up a small blanket from the back of one of the chairs as she moved into the room. She knew he wasn't entirely asleep yet, but dozing, so she leaned down and plucked the cigarette lightly from his lax fingers and set it on the nearby ashtray and covered him with the blanket.

"Rest, Jacob. If you need anything, I am here." Her words were soft, as she smirked softly down at him, taking up a seat next to him. Knowing better than to touch him while he was 'out of it'. She had 'suffered' to consequence of his startle once before, so she sat next to him and waited.

 

He'd been vagally aware of the female’s movements, which was also probably a good thing. Thus it didn't really startle him from his half slumber even as she took the cigarette and moved to drape the blanket over him. Which by now he was a bit thankful for due to the cool mountain breeze that blew in from the open doorway that lead out to the balcony. It wasn't too long before he'd settled a bit more and finally he'd managed to doze off completely. The only real clue the soft snores that occasionally drifted from where he was sitting. Honestly he may have been out for at least a few hours had the sound of slamming down the hall not caused him to stiffen at the sound. Pain ripping through the muscles in his neck and side and the sound of Spencer and Bandits voices down the hall finally pulled him back to consciousness.

Shit, they better not be here because of something else. Not that he could blame them but the thought occurred even as the voices drew closer. Slowly opening his eyes he took a slow breath, finally noticing Allya his brow slightly furrowed for a moment. He'd nearly forgotten she was there after clonking for even that long. "Can you go grab me a coffee ....." He muttered after a moment of staring a bit tiredly. Slowly pushing up his hand reached a bit shakily for where he'd left his cigarette sitting and just in time for the light knock on the door and the sound of Spencer's slightly obnoxious whistle. "Ey boss we heard you got pretty roughed up. You good?" The spikey dark haired lanky male asked all to casually from the door. Meanwhile the shorter bald male with head tattoos simply sauntered in and made his way over to the large map on the desk. Without saying a word he reached and pulled one of the black markers and moved to angrily scribble over one of the red dots that symbolized Jacobs hold on a certain property or resource.

"Don't ask stupid questions Spencer..." Jacob muttered now sort of staring with very little real reaction on his face as he wasn't too shocked. Damn it! One of his best training camps!? Taking a slow breath he let his head fall back against the chair for a moment in thought. Well one way to solve this.... Just bomb the place. If he couldn't have it no one would. Mother fuckers!

 

Allya sat back in her seat, feet propped up in another chair across from her as she watched Jacob lull into actual sleep. It made her smirk a bit, his snores, which were kinda cute in a way. To her at least. He needed it, the sleep and she would be there to watch over him as he did so.

Though, hearing the slamming of a door downstairs caused her to stiffen too until she heard the voices and she sighed softly to herself but nodded at Jacob's request. "Sure hun." She stood, stretched a bit and went to go make him his coffee, knowing how he liked it as his little minions came in to speak to him. Seeing one mark over an area that belonged to John, or had, her eyes furrowed a bit as she heard Jacob's thoughts again. 'Dammit! Stop it Allya!' She chastised herself. She shook her head as if to clear it and turned to hand Jacob his coffee, made exactly the way he liked it. Sometimes it was good, to be able to 'hear' people. You could make things the right way the first time without being asked.

However, 'hearing' Jacob's thoughts made her sigh again. Things were not going well for either him or John lately and she wondered what more she or her brothers or even Alfred could do to help in some way? The boys shifted to wolf, and they could totally use that....if the boys would stop being little bitches about the whole thing. They chose the Valley, while Allya chose the Center and the Mountains. Alfred hadn't really been seen since the barbeque, but Allya knew he was out there, somewhere, doing god knows what! That left her, but she hadn't practiced her abilities in a while and far as she knew, they didn't have anyone she could 'practice' on. What more could she offer? That question seemed to be written all over her face as she sat back down, in silence, which was odd...for her.

 

//Oh yeah Alfred in the story just to sock puppet so if she doesn't need him to fix something he's MIA

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