His eye opens, now, and he slides his right arm back. Roland pushes himself up, inhaling sharply -- he's got a few bruised ribs from where Jake whacked him with the flat of the blade.
He turns his head to Jake, looking pleased with himself. "Yar."
He doesn't mention that Ted is likely to be very irritated with him, if he finds out that Roland's been sitting up.
His wrist is swollen. A bruise the size of a small nation graces his shoulder. Bruised knuckles. And his vision still flip-flops every time he stands up.
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Date: 2004-12-24 04:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-24 04:21 pm (UTC)He turns his head to Jake, looking pleased with himself. "Yar."
He doesn't mention that Ted is likely to be very irritated with him, if he finds out that Roland's been sitting up.
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Date: 2004-12-24 04:23 pm (UTC)Jake pushes him back down again.
"Nice try." And holds the glass up to his lips.
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Date: 2004-12-24 04:28 pm (UTC)"Say thankya." Roland looks up at Jake. "Did you have hurts that needed to be seen to, after?"
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Date: 2004-12-24 04:56 pm (UTC)But comparatively ...
"None bloody enough to merit bandages."
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Date: 2004-12-24 04:58 pm (UTC)Is he proud of Jake? Oh, yes.
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Date: 2004-12-24 05:02 pm (UTC)And, very quietly.
"Thank you. For the opportunity."
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Date: 2004-12-24 05:09 pm (UTC)Always.
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Date: 2004-12-24 05:13 pm (UTC)"And now you should rest. I will be here when you wake again."
"Merry Christmas, father."