"You're welcome k-," Riddick started. "Jack. You're welcome."
He lay her back down gently, knowing that she was unconscious and probably couldn't hear him. He took his goggles from her tiny hand and wiped some blood off of her face gently.
Clenching his teeth, he stood up and pushed his mind in a different direction. 'Another Johns? A merc? How did she know that he was a merc?'
It didn't matter. Riddick knew he had to leave. His leg burned where the wound was, and Riddick was sure that it was bleeding at the edges. He stood, and got more towels from the bathroom. Tying three together, he made a makeshift belt for Jack. Folding two more towels, he put them over her wound, and tied them down with the belt. Riddick pulled the knot so tightly Jack coughed up more blood. But it was the only way he could think of to slow the bleeding.
You could stay here and make sure there isn't anymore bleeding, a voice inside his head said. But he ignored it. She had even told him to go. He had to leave, or else he'd be caught. And there was no way he was going back to that asshole of a cell in Slam.
Picking up the hand gauges and creds, Riddick opened the door. He looked back only once. Blood covered everything. The bathroom, the bed Jack was on, the floor where the dead man lay. He watched her for a moment, her breathing shallow. Then, turning quickly, he shut the door softly on his past, for what he thought would be forever.
He lay her back down gently, knowing that she was unconscious and probably couldn't hear him. He took his goggles from her tiny hand and wiped some blood off of her face gently.
Clenching his teeth, he stood up and pushed his mind in a different direction. 'Another Johns? A merc? How did she know that he was a merc?'
It didn't matter. Riddick knew he had to leave. His leg burned where the wound was, and Riddick was sure that it was bleeding at the edges. He stood, and got more towels from the bathroom. Tying three together, he made a makeshift belt for Jack. Folding two more towels, he put them over her wound, and tied them down with the belt. Riddick pulled the knot so tightly Jack coughed up more blood. But it was the only way he could think of to slow the bleeding.
You could stay here and make sure there isn't anymore bleeding, a voice inside his head said. But he ignored it. She had even told him to go. He had to leave, or else he'd be caught. And there was no way he was going back to that asshole of a cell in Slam.
Picking up the hand gauges and creds, Riddick opened the door. He looked back only once. Blood covered everything. The bathroom, the bed Jack was on, the floor where the dead man lay. He watched her for a moment, her breathing shallow. Then, turning quickly, he shut the door softly on his past, for what he thought would be forever.