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Prompt: 11 - Cut

Word count: 100

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"You're mad at me," he surmised.

Elizabeth did not answer.

"Might I enquire as to what I did to invite your ire?"

She span on his heel to glower at him. "You said it was just a cut," she bit out.

Oh. That.

"It was just – "

"You've been unconscious due to blood loss for hours Jack! Hours! How is that just a cut?"

The captain peered down at his stomach where a bloodstained bandage was wrapped tightly. He did feel rather woozy, come to think of it.

Jack beamed up at his personal nurse. "I've survived worse," he grinned.