prompts: 'Does this look infected to you?' and 'Purple.'
"Does this look infected to you?" Jack shoved her injured arm under Zaeed's nose, and the merc shoved it away.
"Buggered if I know."
"Seriously, asshole! Look at it!"
The mercenary didn't even turn his head in her direction. "Yeah, it'll probably fall off."
Jack looked worriedly at the oozing gash. "Fuck, man. Shit. I think this may be bad."
"So go to the bloody doctor and stop bitching, kid."
"You know I hate those needle-pushers," she grumbled, picking at the edges of the wound, "Can't know what the hell they're doing to you. No one gets to mess with my body like that, no one." She swabbed at it, then carelessly dropped the soiled tissue on Zaeed's table.
"Now you're giving me your damn biohazards, you -" he held the tissue up, distracted, "- is that purple?" He surged to his feet, grabbed the harness between the biotic's shoulder blades, and started shoving her towards the door.
"What the hell, man?"
"You're going to the doctor."