@flcralbonnet from here.
Pain accompanied his every step, when they finally stopped to force the door open he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. While one hand still held his gun, pointed and deadly, the other one was pressed to his wound. He was pretty sure it counted as hole especially once he hitched up his shirt to take a good look. ( The wound was rather close to another somewhat shiny scar. It would do better not to ruin this one. )
When the door hissed open, Jayne threw a quick look over his shoulder, saw nothing and still decided they could fight this out later. ❝ Just sayin’ ‘cause I ain’t too sure my aim is gonna be good enough for the rest of this trip. ❞ Shouldering his own bag Jayne couldn’t help the pained hiss escaping him before he glared Mal down. A grunt left his throat. ( Please don’t leave him to die here. )
❝ Ain’t my fault if you end up dead then. I warned ya. And now git! Don’ wanna be here no longer than strict necessary. ❞
