"Man, I'm tired of using my damn healing stones on this guy," said Clint, peering down at the mortally wounded figure who was lying on a bed. "Do you have any idea how damn long it took me to get this?"
Clint had spent the whole of yesterday, doing things he liked. After all, it had been years since he was freed from the system's incarceration. It was about time he got to be free for a while.
He couldn't have Jin just die on him. Because if that should that happen, he'll be placed back into the system's solitary confinement, which, he of course loathed.
He held a ruby-like object; in his hand as he peered down at Jin. "How'd he even get hurt anyway? Let me guess; he went seeking out people in the streets again?"
Ashton looked at him, serious. "No. He was fighting a creature. We had no idea how the creature was summoned, but," he glanced at Sylvia, "Sylvia and I had managed to break down the door in time—and we got to see it before it fully disintegrated, right Sylvia?"
