Wendy came to the door and greeted Jeff with a smile. That smile always made him feel at ease, like there was nothing to worry about. He knew, obviously, that there was plenty to worry about; but for now at least he would be able to put it out of his mind. Jeff attempted to return the smile, but it felt forced so he stopped. Jeff pushed against the wall until he was standing upright in the doorway, then eyed his wound as he answered Wendy's question. "Had a run I'm with a new model crusader." As he spoke, Jeff realized that he had lost all feeling in his left arm. A feeling that would be terrifying for him under normal circumstances. He had no doubt however that Wendy could fix it. She has put him together from much worse before.
Accepting his invitation, Jeff entered the clinic, which was uncomfortably small. It wasn't that there wasn't enough room, but that it forced then to remain in close proximity the whole time which felt all to intimate to Jeff; even though Wendy was one of the few resistance members he would consider himself comfortable with. Before taking the offered seat, Jeff carefully removed his armoured top and placed it aside. This exposed the terrible wound in his left shoulder that went right to the bone.
Once he sat down, Jeff looked away and let Wendy get to work. He just couldn't bring himself to look at her when she was so close to him. Instead he looked around the room, wondering if he old find some supplies that would be of help to her. He tried his hand at small talk after several moments of silence. "I guess these empty beds are good news... hopefully they stay that way." As soon as he spoke, Jeff felt like he was way out of his element. He stayed silent for the remainder of their visit, until he said thank you and goodbye.
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After leaving the Clinic, Jeff headed straight for the main entrance again. He was feeling a little fatigued, but he had work to Do. He needed to get to that kid before the Technopath could. Jeff made no qualms about ignoring people as he jogged by them. Most people were used to Jeff avoiding social interaction when he could, especially when there was something urgent to take care of.
Jeff stopped sharply down the corridor from the entrance. There was a metallic knocking echoing through towards him. "Strange," Jeff muttered under his breath, " I thought everyone was in." Jeff paused only a moment before sprinting to the door, grateful that he still had his spear with him. After turning the large wheel that controls the pressure lock, Jeff heaved the door open to find the exact opposite of What he expected.
The tip of his spear had been the first thing through, which now sat pointed toward the young woman's face. In Jeff's puzzlement he took longer than he should have to withdraw it from her. "Ummm..." was all that came out at first. This was a new one for him. "Can I help you?" Jeff offered finally, not really sure why else to say.