>Sorry. Yeah. Everyone's sorry.
>Let's get out of here, go lie down.
>You're almost getting tired of hearing it.
>You beat a hasty retreat before Aya can come back and accost you again. At least as hasty as you feel like mustering at the moment. This turns out to not be quite hasty enough to miss hearing her pick up where she left off. Contract negotiation at swordpoint, with a smug and garrulous officiator no less; they'd need to
pay you to stay for it. Fortunately, you can leave this for someone else to suffer through. You wearily make your way down the stairs and back to your room. And then you flop on the bed. The relief as you
finally remove the burden from your leg is almost enough to bring a tear to your eye. Almost. But since no one's watching....
>You probably should have tended to some of these wounds more properly, but now you find you scarcely care. You feel as though your whole body were suddenly leaden, and lie without moving even an inch. Still, the actual pain makes nodding off to sleep a bit difficult. You can hear the pirates walking around the ship, talking among themselves and dragging heavy objects to and fro. And Chisato snoring, for that matter. Time passes. It becomes hard to say exactly how much; the minutes blur into a sort of haze of miserable exhaustion. Maybe you really did fall asleep for a moment there - you're not even sure anymore. The throb in your leg and side dull, but do not abate. Hell, they feel more present to you than the bed beneath your back. You shift. This draws new pains from the many wounds that circumscribe your body. The unyielding surface of your berth digs into your shoulder. Well, it's
different, anyway. The room seems to grow further away.
>You are pulled from your reverie by the sound of rapid footfalls approaching from down the hallway.
>"Got it!" someone cries.
