"Technically," you sigh, leaning on the doorframe with your one good arm, "...But don't dwell on it. We all get fragged eventually. Could have been anyone's fault. I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at hospital bills, and how they make 'em so I can't afford to get fixed." You spit the last part, bitter. "The system is designed for folk like us to die."
An IDW-styled cover art for @polyhexian's oc fic The Killing Kind: in which a cowardly helicopter construction worker who wanted nothing more than to be medivac gets what they wanted in the worst way after falling in love and joining a war.
















