-Garrett-
“F*ck, Jane, careful,” I hissed as she stuck the needle into my flesh.
“It would help if you ate more,” she shot back, starting to stitch me up.
“At least I’m eating,” I shrugged.
She shook her head. “Not enough.”
“It’s a start.”
She nodded slightly but was clearly unimpressed with my efforts. I couldn’t say I was satisfied with how I was taking care of myself either, but I was eating and managing to get an hour or two of sleep.
“Just be more careful on missions. Your healing is slower due to lack of nutrition.”
I nodded, knowing it would be a long time, if ever, before I’d be back to normal. I was just grateful it was only a scratch on my arm from dealing with the rogues.
“Why are you attacking us?” I snarl, blood trickling out of his mouth.
“Answer me!” I shout, thr
