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Singing Basket
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“You’ve got a birthmark on your butt shaped like a-”
“Okay, okay, I believe you!” Sparrow shuffles closer. She reaches out tentatively to touch Crow’s wound, but can’t quite muster the courage to do it.
“It’s not that bad, I’ll be okay,” Crow lies. He inhales sharply as he tries to sit up a little more. She’s scared, he needs to look calm and collected as he dies. “You uh… wouldn’t happen to have a Med-Kit, would you?”
Sparrow shakes her head. It was worth a shot.
“Alright. I need you to listen carefully. I’m not going to be able to help you out with this one. I need to…” Bleed out, succumb to venom, who knows what else. “...rest. Here. You’ll have to handle this problem alone.”
“...but…”
“You can do it. I believe in you. The thing is one of the other guys. It causes electrical disturbances, lights flickering, communicator problems, all that spooky skeleton bullshit. If you see that, run. If you’re okay with ditching the gaggle of assholes we call a crew I’d recommend running straight to the Escape Pod. All things considered, I’d recommend the escape pod even if you liked any of those other guys. If you want to stay though, then we have a bigger problem.”
“Bigger than an evil shape shifting space alien?”
“The air vent, do you hear anything?”
She listens quietly, and shakes her head again.
“That’s the problem.”
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