Minecraft (Video Game)
I Could Pack My Things (And Be Gone Before You Wake)
by bonespell
“Tommy?” Niki asks hoarsely, accent thick from sleep. Her accent nowadays is far less thick than it used to be, and this sleepy version is sort of comforting to him - it’s familiar. He looks at her, and does not respond. She makes an annoyed face when she sees her hands are bound, and goes to sit up. Tommy opens his mouth to stop her, but before he can, she goes white and eases back down. “I don’t think getting up is a good idea,” Tommy says, surprised by how his voice matches the hoarseness of hers. There is, he supposes, still a chain around his neck he cannot get off - that’s probably the reason. “What did you do to me?” “Saved your life.” “What the hell do you mean?” Niki nearly spits, and Tommy resists the urge to roll his eyes. He’s alert and on guard, but half of his thoughts want food. He hasn’t eaten in so long. He thinks he may be sick, but he doesn’t have time to worry about that right now. “Jack shot you,” Tommy says simply, bringing more handfuls of water to his lips slowly. “I stopped the bleeding and saved your life. Why are you so surprised?”