A/N

Well, here at long last is the continuation to the...rather unfinished first chapter. And keeping with the style of the story, lots of swearing here. Just so you know. Also, I must say that not allowing double spaces after a period/question mark/exclamation point is incredibly annoying. I want my proper grammar!

Also, I'm back!

Chapter 2

"What?"

She didn't say anything in response, she just kept looking at him and walking closer.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

"You're bleeding again."

He looked down at his chest and realized that, yes, he actually was bleeding. That stupid wound just doesn't want to heal up, it seems. It was a bit hard to see in the low light, coupled with the fact that it's a black shirt he was currently starting to soak, but yet somehow, Virginia had seen it. Eyes like a goddamn hawk, that one.

At any rate, she was still approaching him, fishing out some gauze strips from a small pouch on her belt. She, like everyone else on the team, had discarded her usual garb weeks ago, opting to dress in dull browns and greys in order to better blend into crowds and stay out of the sights of bounty hunters. However, she kept that same red ribbon in her hair, which unfortunately stood out rather well in contrast to her outfit. Why he was noticing this now was beyond him. Probably the blood loss. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm replacing your bandages. What'd you think?" She reached to pull his shirt up to check on the wound.

And abruptly, he slapped her hand aside. "Just give me the damn supplies, I can do it myself."

Seems he forgot how stubborn the woman could be. "Don't be goddamn baby about it, Jet. I'll need to tie it up in back after all. Exactly how were you planning on pulling that one off?"

She reached for him again, but this time he stood up and shoved her back. "I told you to back the fuck off!" He was confident that he was victorious, up until she hauled off and punched him in the face. He stumbled back towards the bed, and Virginia continued her advance. He would've gotten back up, or struck back, or anything, but...

He was afraid. A lot had changed over the past few months, and he knew what she was capable of now. And with his injuries, there wasn't a whole hell of a lot he could do anyway.

"You've got a lot of nerve, you piece of trash! Just who do you think you're dealing with?" She was bearing down on him, and he could tell she was furious. Well, the fear was sort of a giveaway, but, still. "I've done so much for you, you know. I've kept you alive this whole time. I know damn well Gallows would like nothing more than to see your guts spilling out into an alley somewhere, and I'm really the only thing stopping him from making it happen." She then jabbed him in the chest, right in the center of the bloodstain that was still growing. "And look at you! Like you could do anything to keep yourself alive!"

He was cringing. A world of pain was screaming through his mind, and with each pulse of blood it was only getting worse. Was she actually going to kill him?

She jabbed him again for good measure. "You're worthless by yourself. You need us. You need me. Now stop being an ass and let me help you." She went for his shirt again, and this time he offered no resistence.

"Sit up."

He did.

"Lift up your arms."

Again, he did. And she began to redress the wound, wiping up the excess blood in the process. She certainly wasn't too gentle about it, though.

"That...that fucking hurts," moaned the Sample, though probably foolishly.

"Good. You deserve it. Don't ever push me again." And with that, she finished up on his bandaging.

An hour later, Jet was still sitting on the bed, half naked as he had been during his redressing. Virginia had gone to take a shower before bed, a luxury that was only recently implemented into the world due to it's agonizingly slow regeneration. He could only hope that when she came back, he'd no longer be in trouble with the leader.

When she did return, she asked "Are you ready for bed?" before getting under the covers of the king-size bed.

He could only nod in return, and also got under the covers.

He was still afraid of her.