And there it was, again. Except this time Nate was asking her to help out his latest victim instead of himself. She dwelled on his request for a moment, but then couldn't help but frown. It occurred to her that the only reason they kept her around was for her ability to heal. She was being used, like nearly every other person in her life had used her before them. Jennifer couldn't say for sure what Vincent's motives were aside from trying to get her in bed, but she knew Nate's. She sighed, looking at the stranger who had seen better days.
"Fine," she finally replied. As much as she hated to admit, Jennifer couldn't just leave them behind and go back home. She was useful to them, sure, but if she went home then either Harrison or the cops would catch her and she'd never see the light of day again. She needed them as well, even if it came at a high price. "No need to thank me," she said to the stranger before forcibly grabbing his wrist.
Jennifer waited a moment, wondering if something was going to happen, but then the familiar feeling made its appearance. As before, she felt slight discomfort at first which then increased into a painful sensation. She couldn't keep her poker face for long as the cuts started appearing on her skin and whatever internal damage the guy had was now being absorbed. She squeezed his wrist harder, as if that would relieve her pain, before she dropped to the ground. The last thing on Jennifer's mind was whether she had absorbed all of his ailments, but that didn't matter, not when she felt like she'd been the one who had gotten hit by the car.
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