Streets of Fandom, Early Tuesday Morning

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Don't ask him how he got out.

Just don't ask.

Atton was kind of wishing that whatever it was that was keeping him alive would've bothered getting him stitched up too, instead of stumbling around Fandom's streets with his hand pressed to one stab wound and half his shirt wrapped around another.

One hand pressed against the walls to keep him steady, he slowly limped his way down towards the causeway. If he could just get out before anyone noticed him, he could always collapse onto a doctor late--

His hand found nothing but sheer air and he went tumbling into a dumpster, his balance gone.

Great.

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Jo was on her way back from her weekly holy water run at the church (because old habits die hard and the last thing they needed on top of Umbridge was a bunch of demons, they'd probably cheer her on) when she heard noise that sounded oddly like a person tumbling into a dumpster.

Her hand dropped to the knife at the back of her belt. It wasn't much but it was easily hidden and could provide a nasty surprise.

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Atton barely muffled the curse that threatened to escape his mouth.

He thought about getting up. His body said otherwise. "Nghhh..."

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Well, Jo'd recognise that sound even if she hadn't spent years in Umbridge's Fandom, since she had... "Who's there?"

She didn't take her hand off the knife. Since it could still be a trap. It wasn't paranoia when half the island was out to get you.

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Did he know that voice?

... no, Atton didn't think he did. Course, he'd spent most of his time on this island tied to a chair, so it wasn't like he knew an awful lot of people.

Still. Better to keep qui--

"Hey, Force, why are you doing this to me?"

What the--

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The 'nggh' had pretty much killed all his chances of not being found. Jo looked him over, if this was a trap, he'd certainly put in the extra effort.

"You don't look so crash hot," she said dryly. "Need a hand?"

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"Am I not living up to what I'm supposed to be?"

Atton's singing voice was not exactly clean. "What the," he mumbled. Progress! "Uhhh..."

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Oh, it was one of those days, was it?

"Explanations can wait for what the singing's about,
But you stay there much longer, you'll probably bleed out."

If Jo sounded remarkably blase about this, well, Fandom, and enough hunters had shown up at the Roadhouse bleeding and in need of stitching up that she'd been inured to that before she came here.

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"Hey, Force,
I really don't know what you mean,
Seems like salvation come only in our dreams."

Atton could do epic bitchface, as it turned out.

"...Yeah, I could use some help."

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Jo didn't really blame him, she'd had time to get jaded, after all.

"Think you can walk if you lean on me?" Jo asked, crouching next to him.

"Even before the pink bitch this island was strange,
Weirdness occuring, oft of a random range."

She rolled her eyes, so not the time for singing exposition.

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"Think so," Atton coughed out, and forced his body to at least sit up.

It sent a huge spike of pain up from his gut, but he was going to deal with that.

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"Good," Jo said, moving so she could support his weight. "There should be a safe house with the right supplies nearby. And clean clothes."

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He slid his arm around her neck. Okay, friendly. He could deal with friendly. "Thanks," Atton muttered. "I-- don't like the look of it don't like the taste of it don't like the smell of it-- Oh, come on."

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It was entirely possible that he'd revise the assessment of friendly when he found out the best anaesthesia and disinfectant on hand had came out of a liquor bottle. "The singing'll be over by tomorrow," she assured him. "Things like this only last more than a day on the weekend."

If only other aspects of this island were as temporary.

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When you heard things like dumpster-falling-into, you tended to want to check that out. Which was why Sia followed the noise to find Atton with a greeting of, "Making friends?"

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"These trash cans... are real... friendly," Atton agreed, squinting up at her from amidst a pile of refuse.

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"You can do better than them," she said, offering a hand to help him up. "What happened?"

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"Just a... friendly run-in... with local government," Atton said, grabbing ineffectually at her hand. Stupid wounds. He could convince the Force himself to keep upright, but healing, yeah, that was something else.

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She added her other hand to the effort to give him some support, checking, "Are you sure no one followed you?"

There was also a quick check with the Force around the area, because once she was assured there wasn't some kind of attack coming, she could start in on things like 'are you okay'.

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"Broken bruised forgotten sore,
too fucked up to care anymore," Atton provided.

Which was weird, but it did cover his feelings nicely on the situation.

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Sia paused, momentarily distracted. "Did you just sing at me?"

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"...No?" Atton said.

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"Then repeat back what you just said," she said.

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"'I have no idea, princess'," he said smoothly.

Or as smoothly as he could, considering the circumstances.

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She rolled her eyes at him, but now turned to the, "How bad is it?" question, wondering if she should just call someone for medical attention.

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"Oh, it's just multiple stab wounds," Atton grunted. "I'm sure it's nothing to worry about."

Sarcasm, yeah.