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“Like that would stop me.” Matt returned, sounding sleepy as he got comfortable and settled down again, a small smile curling his lip when Tucker nuzzled him, Matt being a total sucker for all kinds of physical affection, no matter who it came from.

“It might if I bite you hard enough to leave a mark,” he countered, a small part of him sort of wanting the other to call his bluff. “Besides, you’re going to pass back out before I do.”

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Cael couldn’t help be at least a little concerned by that news, but the fact she was still alive and the state she had been in the last time he’d seen her eased that concern enough in that it was clearly for the benefit of her continued recovery.

“It wasn’t a regular gunshot, was it?” he asked, pulling together the pieces of information he had now and drawing a fairly logical conclusion. “I mean, not like how it would affect me if I had been shot instead, right?”

“Silver,” she answered with a grumble. “Damn bullet basically designed to shatter on impact. We didn’t get all the pieces out at first.” And it had gradually poisoned her to the point of near organ failure.

“A lot of stories about shifters are bullshit, but the silver allergy one is, sadly, fucking true. Had it gotten me a little lower and hit my lungs or heart, I wouldn’t have made it.” Or over enough to hit her spinal column, but she wasn’t going to tell him just how close that had been.

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Wanted to do things. Currently crying my eyes out because my family fucking sucks and doesn’t want to wait for me to get off of work on Wednesday to go to grandma’s. I was told LAST MINUTE about anyone going up there and it was too late to change my schedule because of the way all of us managers are scheduled. So now I don’t get to go or see any of my family for the holiday. 

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“That was just a test run for this time.”

It was an excuse, really. In truth, JJ was a little afraid of anything involving needles, partly because of the trauma of witnessing her mom wasting away on drugs when she was a kid, but she was reluctant to admit that that was a factor since she knew logically that there was a big difference between syringes and the kind of needles used in tattooing, and being nervous might seem silly to anyone else.

“I promise you, it doesn’t hurt and it won’t lead you down the path of moral decay,” he teased gently, trying to calm whatever fears she might have. 

He knew all the details of her past, but it never crossed his mind that her issues with needles might have been because of her mother. He merely assumed it was just a general fear, like his near phobia of centipedes.