RP7
I'm going to die, played in Jim's mind. I'm going to die. The corner of Jim's mouth quirked up in amusement. I'm going to die. A chuckle escaped his mouth. I'm going to die. Jim broke into laughter. The thought repeated, and the laughter only grew louder.
Harry watched in fascination, as Jim laughed. A struggle or Jim frozen in fear would have been expected, but instead there was laughter. Testing Harry pressed the knife into Jim's throat, drawing blood. Tears ran down his face he was laughing so hard.
Caught between amusement and annoyance Harry asked darkly, "Why do you laugh when I'm going to kill you?"
"I can't help it." Jim laughed, "I always find it funny when it looks like I'll die." Jim now sobbed with the laugher, but not out of pain instead with fear.
Harry joined Jim's insane laughter, and dropped the knife. Harry tried to speak, but only could laugh some more. Finally after a great struggle Harry spoke in an amused voice. "You're as nuts as I. May be I'll let you live."
Harry stood alone in front of a mirror wondering why he lost it moments ago, and why his mood changed so quickly. But he already knew the answer. Constructs were unstable, and the older they got the more unstable they became. All he could wonder, as he left the room is when he would lose it completely.
Jim sat on his cot staring at the door, and holding his arm gingerly. If he ever had a mother he would have wanted her, but instead he wanted Gene. Jim new Gene would not provide the comfort he needed, but one could hope. Now he was a tool of revenge aimed at Gene, and he could do nothing. Despair leaked into Jim's heart.
Before Jim could let himself sink any further in to depression his thoughts were interrupted. Harry MacDougle entered the room. Jim tensed, and watched him approach. Without a word Harry put a box on the bed, and pulled a rag out of it.
Harry handed the rag to Jim. Jim looked at it bewildered. "Bite it." Harry told him.
Hesitantly Jim obeyed. Harry then proceeded to firmly grab Jim's arm, and before Jim could protest, quickly rotated it into its socket.
Tears leaked from the corners of Jim's eyes, and gritted his teeth on the cloth. Gently Harry removed the rag from Jim's mouth, and rummage through the box containing first aid equipment. Curious and with nothing better to do Jim watched, until Harry pulled out a tube.
After squeezing out some of the cream out of the tube and in to his hand, He massaged it into Jim's shoulder. Jim cringed fearfully, but Harry didn't care or notice. Jim soon relaxed when the cream soaked into his skin. It felt like ice being soothed into Jim's hot flesh, sent a shiver down his spine. Slowly the pain subsided to a quite numb. After a minute Jim asked, "Why are you healing me?"
Emotionlessly Harry replied, "Ron doesn't want to give you a chance to learn to ignore pain." Harry pushed around contents of the box, and took out a sling. He then eased Jim's arm in to it, and adjusted the sling to fit Jim properly.
Jim watched motionlessly, when Harry picked up the box. Harry then walked to the door, and turned around. "I'll be back latter with some food." Harry said.
I'm going to die, played in Jim's mind. I'm going to die. The corner of Jim's mouth quirked up in amusement. I'm going to die. A chuckle escaped his mouth. I'm going to die. Jim broke into laughter. The thought repeated, and the laughter only grew louder.
Harry watched in fascination, as Jim laughed. A struggle or Jim frozen in fear would have been expected, but instead there was laughter. Testing Harry pressed the knife into Jim's throat, drawing blood. Tears ran down his face he was laughing so hard.
Caught between amusement and annoyance Harry asked darkly, "Why do you laugh when I'm going to kill you?"
"I can't help it." Jim laughed, "I always find it funny when it looks like I'll die." Jim now sobbed with the laugher, but not out of pain instead with fear.
Harry joined Jim's insane laughter, and dropped the knife. Harry tried to speak, but only could laugh some more. Finally after a great struggle Harry spoke in an amused voice. "You're as nuts as I. May be I'll let you live."
Harry stood alone in front of a mirror wondering why he lost it moments ago, and why his mood changed so quickly. But he already knew the answer. Constructs were unstable, and the older they got the more unstable they became. All he could wonder, as he left the room is when he would lose it completely.
Jim sat on his cot staring at the door, and holding his arm gingerly. If he ever had a mother he would have wanted her, but instead he wanted Gene. Jim new Gene would not provide the comfort he needed, but one could hope. Now he was a tool of revenge aimed at Gene, and he could do nothing. Despair leaked into Jim's heart.
Before Jim could let himself sink any further in to depression his thoughts were interrupted. Harry MacDougle entered the room. Jim tensed, and watched him approach. Without a word Harry put a box on the bed, and pulled a rag out of it.
Harry handed the rag to Jim. Jim looked at it bewildered. "Bite it." Harry told him.
Hesitantly Jim obeyed. Harry then proceeded to firmly grab Jim's arm, and before Jim could protest, quickly rotated it into its socket.
Tears leaked from the corners of Jim's eyes, and gritted his teeth on the cloth. Gently Harry removed the rag from Jim's mouth, and rummage through the box containing first aid equipment. Curious and with nothing better to do Jim watched, until Harry pulled out a tube.
After squeezing out some of the cream out of the tube and in to his hand, He massaged it into Jim's shoulder. Jim cringed fearfully, but Harry didn't care or notice. Jim soon relaxed when the cream soaked into his skin. It felt like ice being soothed into Jim's hot flesh, sent a shiver down his spine. Slowly the pain subsided to a quite numb. After a minute Jim asked, "Why are you healing me?"
Emotionlessly Harry replied, "Ron doesn't want to give you a chance to learn to ignore pain." Harry pushed around contents of the box, and took out a sling. He then eased Jim's arm in to it, and adjusted the sling to fit Jim properly.
Jim watched motionlessly, when Harry picked up the box. Harry then walked to the door, and turned around. "I'll be back latter with some food." Harry said.