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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Superjail!
  Relationship:
      The_Warden/You, The_Warden/Reader, Lord_Stingray/You, Lord_Stingray/
      reader, Inmates/You, inmates/reader
  Character:
      Jailbot_(Superjail!), Alice_(Superjail!), Jared_(Superjail!), The_Warden_
      (Superjail!), Lord_Stingray_(Superjail!), Inmates_(Superjail!)
  Additional Tags:
      Story, XReader, /Reader
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-15 Updated: 2018-01-16 Chapters: 3/14 Words: 4980
****** What Did I Do That For? (SuperJail! Stingray x Reader x The Warden)
******
by LivingTrashcan
Summary
     "Life on the outside ain't what it used to be."
     The Warden, taking a fancy to you after taking a male friend hostage,
     tries to find multiple ways to make you his. Finally getting you and
     introducing you to multiple inmates, you meet one who's unlike the
     rest. Fighting like children with one another, who will mature the
     fastest and win your heart?
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Being stupid is contagious! *****
"Stop, you're making a scene!" You shout playfully as you punch your friend's
arm, heading back to your car. As you pull your car keys out of your pocket,
you unlock the car door. Your hands contain shopping bags filled with groceries
and other necessities. If a zombie apocalypse were to occur, you would be set
forweeks; and weeks only. As you pop the trunk and set the groceries in the
back, said friend jumps into the passenger seat. You open the door and take a
seat in the driver's, letting out a sigh of relief. Fondling your keys, your
friend tries to get your attention, succeeding only for a short period; that is
until something caught your eye. "What's that?" 
"Look!!" There in his hand was a small gum package, still wrapped and clearly
from the store you just came out of. You sit there astonished, noting that the
pack of gum never passed your eyes once.
"Where did you get that.." You question, already knowing full-well the answer.
"I stole it." He says with mock pride. You give him a look of pure disrespect
and raise an eyebrow.
"You didn't."
"Oh come on (Y/n)! Its not like I'm stealing a whole refrigerator or anyth-
" Stopping mid-sentence, you both feel the car start to vibrate. Leaning
against the door, you manage to hold on to the steering wheel for some support.
Bending of machinery from in front of you makes you both sit still . It
suddenly stops.
"What was tha-" You scream in terror. and lean as far away from the center
consul as possible. A big, metal arm flew out from the stereo and thrashes
around, trying to grab at something, anything practically. You bring your arms
up to protect your face and give one last scream, shutting your eyes tight. You
hear more metal clinging together and your friend scream in agony, metal
bending and the cracking of what sounded like bones. You peek through your
fingers and fumble to get out of the car. Before you could make another move,
another arm shoots out and neon green emits from the radio. You look terrified,
eyes leaking with fluid. Giving quick glances was enough to tell you that your
car wasn't exactly a car anymore; more like a big hump of metal being crushed
inwards. You turn around and attempt to unlock the car door. Why won't the damn
thing budge? You pick at the lock by the window only to see it get pushed in
with a hard bang. The window was already broken, not enough room for you to
squeeze out anyhow. The car was almost like a small capsule. You would have
paid more mind to it if it weren't for the fact that you and your friend's life
was on the line. You shriek, feeling blood run down the sleeves of your coat.
The radio was gone, and so was the creepy, green smile. Shuffling of metal then
nothing at all. You try and calm your breathing, only your weak sobs can be
heard through the sound of your jacket. Your friend was still in the passenger
seat and one look caused you to throw up your leftovers. His face was punched
in, blood running down both cheeks and meeting his broken jaw. His arm closest
to you was broken in several different places and his knees were bent the other
way. You scream again, another sob escaping your throat. Your shaking hands
scramble to your pockets, trying to find your phone was the only thought
coursing through; not the thought of the robotic predator floating on top of
the car extending a heavy, metal-retracting arm.
"Hello?! 911?" You stutter, gasping and feeling your throat closing up. Not
another panic attack, now is not the time! "I need an ambulance!" Your voice at
this point was almost as shaky as your hands. You can vaguely muster what the
other person responded with as the car was pulled in a hurtle upwards. 
"M'am? M'am?! Stay on the line with me. Where are you right now." Your face
hits the roof of the car with no traction, having you fall into the seat once
more. Shouting and groaning was all you could muster. Your phone went flying,
"Please. Help." You wince, holding your stomach and glancing over at your
friend. His chest was heaving, which in the long run was a blessing itself.
Another bump on the side of the car pushed you into the steering wheel. Your
bloody nose turned into a bloody lip which led to an in general bloody face.
You pull your sleeve and try and wipe some of the remaining blood. While all
this was happening, the door wouldn't budge; checking every time you weren't
being thrown around. What ever this thing was, you could rule 'human' off the
list.
One more hit from the back cushion of your seat was all it took to take you
spiraling into the depths of black that was emerging in your eyesight. 'What
did I do that for?'
 
"Hurry up Ash, get your shit together so I don't lose mine. Will ya'?" Nicky
shouts to his companion in the hazard proof suit."Fucking Stoolie." He mumbles,
continuing to sit on a pile of metal and read through a Playboy magazine. All
he got in a response was a mumble. 'I ain't no Stoolie.' 
"Yea, yea. Just hurry up!" He licks his thumb and turns the page, glancing at
large breasts the size of watermelons.
Ash's raspy voice broke through the air. "It would go by a lot faster if you
helped." He continues shoveling random scraps of metal into the furnace,
occasionally taking a few lustful glances towards the burning blue and orange
spiral. One after another and this was supposed to be their punishment. Nothis.
Ash hardly does anything wrong, unless with good intentions. Like that one time
with the Warden's bedroom and accidentally fired up all of Super jail. He at
least attempted to fix it on his own. And with Cancer? He just wanted to give
her a memorable birthday; not expecting the whole 'Inside-Baby Warden' thing to
occur. There were a couple of others too and again; all good of full
intentions. He is aware of his temperature rising, trying to control his built
up rage. What would Cancer think if he blew up right then and there? Cancer
with the face that reads utter disappointment crossed his mind. He continues
shoveling, getting more aggressive in every toss.
The hatch opens, peering a thin streak of light and the shape of a familiar
robot. Closing, the light subsides as a clash of metal on metal awakens the
burn pit, echoing and bouncing off walls. The same strand of light appears yet
again and leaves just as fast as the first time. Nicky lets out another audible
groan.
"I gotta' take a leak, go check that crushed car out will ya'? Probably more
'potential inmates'." His fingers make the motion of quotations around the last
part, sitting up and stretching. He takes one last peek at his article, stands,
and finger guns his way out of the room, not bothering to take his hazard suit
off (he didn't put it on in the first place). Ash's eyes flare once more,
knowing his partner's little 'leak' is as equivalent as a Poker tournament. He
throws the shovel off in the distance and grabs a flashlight, looking around
from side to side for the top of the pile. He finds it with ease, only being
(lucky for him) a few piles back. The flashlight flickers, only showing light
for a second then nothing. Upon hitting it on the side of his palm however,
quickly provided him with a much more 'fluent' resolution. Taking baby step
after baby step, thinking high of his footing, he reaches a little clearing;
the remains of the car being flipped over and a few feet away. 'No one could
survive that.'  Letting out a string of curses and turning around, his ears
perk to a sound. A sound of what? Rustling. Clothes rubbing together in between
breaths. Someone was in there, voice shallow and weak. Walking close and
expecting the car from all sides, he notes the only way was through the
passenger seat. The window was cracked with blood all over the shards. This
happened recently. His flashlight peers through the broken glass, finding a
gruesome, torn up body flailed on all sides. Sure wasn't him breathing. Looking
past the blood and bones that were popped through the skin, fabric moves
slightly, shuffling being heard. 
"Help."
***** The Savior in a.. Hazard Suit? *****
Chapter Summary
     Ash brings you back to reality, but at what cost?
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Flames cackle in the distance, footsteps approaching the car with haste. You
try to quite down as much as possible in fear of being caught by more
predators. The light reaches your friends face, earning a groan in  disgust,
and continues to analyze the car. You were spotted and you were done for.
"Help." You call out, earning a shocked inhale. Did you really look that bad?
You try and reach up and touch your head only to cry out as a sharp pain
emerges.
"Don't do that!" The hazard suit man gasps out, examining you like a bird does
a worm. You reluctantly remove your hand only to replace it over your eyes. The
light was blinding. "Sorry." His voice was raspy,almost like a side effect of
smoking for to long.
"Please don't hurt me." You call out, your voice hushed and wavering. "Not like
that thing did. Please." Your throat is dry and all you wanted to do was close
your eyes, even if this guy was a psychopathic murderer. Anything was better
then your aching body.
"I won't." He complies, almost like a recording. " I won't, promise. I'm going
to rescue you." He lets out, running around to the other side of the vehicle.
God, it was bad. Whatever Jailbot did, must have scared her to death. Ash looks
over your features once more. Your nose was possibly broken, lip cut, forehead
scratched every which way, and a black eye. You looked absolutely stunning.
Never been that close to a woman since he was a kid. Still the same
characteristics as he remembered though: tight jawbone, plump lips, popping
cheek bones, the chest size difference, hips and slim arms. This was a dream
come true. "Let me go get something to help okay? Stay put and don't move!" He
dashes off quickly, leaving you to quietly wonder. Too much thinking causes a
headache as in where you were, who was this guy, is your friend all right, etc.
Coming back with a crowbar in tow, he nudges it between the car door and the
hatch. "Lean away from the door okay?" Ash ushers, hearing shuffling as his
sign to continue. Metal on metal fills the pit, grunting occasionally
accompanied with groans. Feeling light headed yet again, you look down at your
coat, stained red patches.Maybe they could get played off as wine spills?  You
let out a low, gasp-ridden chuckle, causing your savior to stop and ask if you
were alright. Replying with a nod, he continues to pry the door open and soon
enough there is enough room for you to squeeze out. That wasn't enough though.
You get ready to crawl, only for your leg to stop you in the way. How did you
not feel your seat and the dashboard squishing your leg? It was swollen and
bruised, filled with red spots. Trying to move it even the slightest caused you
to cry out in pain. Tears were leaking down, huffing and wheezing. Ash froze in
place, having enough room to evaluate your situation. The soft crying of the
female in front of him scared him to death. 'That must hurt.'  He cringes
slightly, examining your face with again. It hurt him to see you in so much
pain, rolling his cuffs up even more. His arms were all charred, skin wrinkled
with many bumps and twists. 
"Please don't cry!" He shouts through stutters. Gripping your hand with so much
sincerity caused your breath to hitch. He really did mean it, didn't he? Slowly
releasing your hand and reaching over your waist, he tries to push the heavy
metal with his hands to no avail. This was going to take time. Your leg was
bleeding now, drips dropping down your leg and onto the floorboard. Ash turns
around, grabbing the crowbar with ease, using this to prop the metal up; enough
for him to squeeze your leg out. You throw yourself out of the car in a heart
beat, falling on the ground in the process. You needed to get out of that crime
scene. Ash sits, taken aback from your lunge and takes off his gloves. You
cough excessively, hand on your chest and the ground to prop you up. Your leg
is completely numb, leaving you from any sort of walking function. It was so
quite that you jumped at the sudden contact with your right side. 
"Stay away from m-me!" You stutter out, sitting upright and attempting to scoot
your body away. Looking around, all you see are the light glows from the fire
below. 
"I'm not going to harm you m'am!" He hashes out, raspiness getting worse with
nerves. "I want to help!" He states, frustrated as a spark from his eyes shoots
towards the ground. You sit there astonished as more become present, lighting
the ground with glow. Was he crying? You were to hurt to care. Everything was
just, numb. Your headache never went away, only now becoming a throbbing
sensation with nausea. His shoulders hunch in defense, processing his action
and trying to regain self control. You need to get out of here, but he's the
only way. You could crawl, but really (Y/n)? How far could you get? He pulled
off his helmet a while ago, his gloves resting peacefully inside. His face was
charred like his hands. This isn't safe. How did he get like that? During his
little episode, you managed to back a few more feet away without him noticing.
The furnace was just in view, orange light emitting more than ever. 
"Where are you going!?" Ash shouts, chasing after you, which wasn't that far.
His voice was laced with concern, eyes darting around frantically. "I can't let
you go out there! You have to stick with me!" He says, grabbing your shoulders
and looking at you strictly.
"I just want to go home!" You cry, arms finally getting a sense of feeling and
pushing his hands away. Fresh tears leak down, washing away the blood. You lean
forward slightly and hurl, luckily missing your savior by an inch. You groan as
a new cry rings out, racking your body forward. You're in to much pain,
lightheaded and weakness taking over. Collapsing right there, you fall forward
into a chest, rather then the ground like you intended.
"Oh my God! What do I do?! Paul would know! What do I do? What do I do?" He
shouts, waving his hands frantically. Leaning your head to the side, his
fingers run around your neck, pressing for a pulse. Once found, he sighs in
relief, looking back at the crash behind him. Should he report you to the
Warden?! Would that be the best solution?! He groans in frustration as the door
at the bottom opens, light shedding through then nothing again. He lifts you up
without a second thought, arms curled in your chest while your legs dangle
freely. Running around for a short bit, he places you behind the pile and down
the riffraff. Setting your legs first then your torso, and finally your head.
He looks around again, not spotting the one thing he needed out of all this
junk. He carefully takes off his undershirt, placing it behind your head
without hesitation. Wow, what a true gentleman: setting you down in a garbage
heap with a sweaty shirt as a pillow. Nice.
Running and giving you one last glance, he picks up his helmet while putting
his gloves on. He had to find help and fast. Nicky? Anyone of the inmates for
that matter? No, they would probably do something, gross. He grimaces,
remembering the blond 'new guard' earlier in the season. She's going to die
from being exposed to the inmates, or of blood-loss; whichever comes first.
Reaching Nicky, Ash quickly dismisses himself from the conversation and runs
off quickly, out the door. Whatever guard he bumps into first is the lucky
winner. Turning corners and weaving back and forth in between prisoners, a
brown jacket catches his eyes. He runs with all his might, trying not to gain
to much attention. Upon further evaluation, he notices the Warden standing next
to him, shrieking at the sight of the new presence. 
"Jared! Get this incrustation out of my sight now!" He shouts, groaning as his
assistant sputters nonsense. Ash, out of breath, collapses and crawls to Jared,
reaching out and grabbing his jacket with success.
"Please! A new person, in furnace room! Bleeding harshly!" He stutters between
deep breaths. This catches the male that was freaking out at the contact
before.
"W-What are you talking about?" Jared questions, inmates crowding around the
scene. Ash looks around nervously and leans close, whispering with ease. At
this, Jared's eyes go wide in hearing the news, looking back at the Warden in
distress and fright. He gets up quickly with Ash standing by his side,
dismissing himself and explaining about another riot to the others that
surrounded, only earning a glare from the owner of the hell-hole. In response,
the Warden rolls his eyes and poofs, a puff of pink smoke remained. As the
crowd started to disperse, Ash grabs Jared's hand and rushes off, weaving
throughout the way he came. A woman in Superjail barely alive? His initial
instinct was to just let it go, but his subconscious got the better, and Ash
did specifically reach out to himfor help. Yea, so Jared felt special and
wanted to help because of it. Is that really a problem? Yea, going against the
Warden's words was kind of a problem; a big one at that.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a communication device, ringing up the
German doctor with ease. Continuing the sprint with Ash far ahead, the other
end picks up, growing inpatient.
"What do you need Jared?" The thick accent from the other line questions,
looking through the screen. 
"I need a stretcher! Fast with, with. Just get to the furnace room!"
"Got it." He shouts, evil cackling with announcements in German to the other
staff. He hangs up abruptly. 
As the call ends, the door comes into view, Ash throwing it open, pulling him
inside, and closing it with a loud 'Bang.'
Chapter End Notes
     This chapter is a little-a lot- out of character and honestly, I
     tried? :/ I put in some of Jared's selfish needs of love and
     appreciation to cover it up haha. Please comment if this chapter is
     ok or not, if enough ask, I may just rewrite this chapter all
     together!
***** Growing Suspicion *****
Chapter Summary
     Doctors are weird and laced with cyanide.
Chapter Notes
     Recap-
     As the call ends, the door comes into view, Ash throwing it open,
     pulling him inside, and closing it with a loud 'Bang.'
See the end of the chapter for more notes
You hear a monitor beeping lightly with a rustling of fabric. As your heart
rate increases, so does the beeping. You want to open your eyes, know your
surroundings, get out of here in general, but that wasn't going to happen as
the lower half of your body felt numb. Opening your eyes with crooked slants,
the light peering in hurts and a gasp escapes. This causes the orange blur
besides you to sit up, leaning in intently at your distress. Remembering your
leg and the severity of the gashes your eyes shoot open, adjusting to the light
rather quickly. You twist and turn, about to rub your eye from the new-found
tears, only to have it be pulled back harshly with a clank.What?  You turn your
head harshly to your right arm, handcuffed to the side of the hospital bed.
Panic and the taste of bile overwhelms you, breathing becoming even more uneven
and frantic; setting off a bright red alarm. You grimace and become, yet again,
teary-eyed. 
"Stop! You-your're working yourself up!" An unknown voice shouts from the seat
next to you, making your heart stop. You peer your head to the left, your free
hand pushing yourself to sit up against the metal bar bed frame. There sat a
short, frail man with a huge forehead.  You decide not to make a remark,
breathing calming down as he keeps his distance. You glance up towards him, not
noticing a looming figure standing at the door, cane in hand. 
"Wh-Where a-"
"You're in the ITU."
Both you and the short dude look towards the door, seeing a man dressed in
dapper purple and pink. You grimace at the bright colors, your attention
directly appointed to the guy in the back holding needles of every length. The
short dude in the presence of the purple one stood up, stuttering out nonsense
and sweating harshly. They argue back and forth about something you couldn't
make out.
You look in between both of them with quite confusion as the doctor makes his
way to the right side of the bed, preparing a needle and grabbing your wrist.
You try and pull your hand away, the handcuffs and grip tightening around. The
area on the inside of your elbow was rinsed with a disinfectant and a needle
hastily took its place without much warning; taking it out shortly after. You
groan and clench your teeth at the lack of care. You were already hating this
guy, your skin's sensitive after everything it went through with the car. Once
he finally lets go, you pull it away as much as you could, the bar grinding
against the flimsy metal. Huffing with rage, you continue to stare, speaking up
with a hushed tone. "What did you do?"
This perked up the doctor's attention, leaning away and setting the needle into
a near-by sink. You watch him and take notice of the surroundings: beds from
corner to corner with you in the middle, heart monitors and other machinery
laced the walls with the occasional wire sticking out, and a long counter
filled with disinfecting supplies. Looking down and taking a glance at yourself
for the first time, you notice your leg wrapped with a lot of pressure and
every so often up your body was blood soaked bandages. You noticed, but
figuring this was a hospital (oh how wrong you were), didn't pay much mind to
the new blue gown replacing your tattered clothes from before. You disconnect
your eyes from yourself and towards the man with the residence of the needle,
paying mind that your question was not yet answered. "Hey!" You shout, waving
your arm to the guy across the room. He stops what he's doing and turns around,
groaning in the process. 
"Librium." He states, continuing to look towards you.
Your confusion must have been written on your face, him quickly imputing, "An
anxiety reducer." He has a thick German accent that rolls off the tongue
smoothly. Replying a soft 'Oh.', you turn your head to the Warden who hasn't
stopped staring at you since, accompanied by Jared biting his fingernails
nervously. Growing self conscious, a question pops into your mind.
"Where's he?" This shocks the tall male, tilting his head to the side.
"Pardon?"
"Wh-Where's the guy who pulled me out of the car?" You ask, frantically looking
from side to side, scanning the empty beds. "And where's (Friend's name)?" You
shout as your voice slowly rises, breathing picking up pace. "He was in the
car-"
"Oh, him!" He speaks up, you automatically spotting his tooth gap in the
center. "Who was he to you?" He looks concerned, eyes dropping down in the
slightest. 
"A close friend! Is he okay? He was breathing when we were being carried-"
"Oh Hun, I hate to be the barren of bad news, but he didn't make it. God, you
had to see it! His body was all torn this way and that, his head spun-"
"What?" You interrupt him quickly, eyes widening and tears threatening to
spill. "The-The Robot!" You shout, voice breaking, "Does the police know-
" Laughter from everyone other then Jared erupted as tears slowly leak, more
confusion than you could muster plastered on your features. 
"Oh honey! What police?" The Warden asks between hoots of laughter, an
expression exchanged to the doctor and back. "This isn't a hospital ya' know."
His eyebrows raise through his thick yellow glasses, becoming more and more of
an asshole in your book. 
"But-But, what about the ITU? The Intensive Treatment Unit?" You question, fear
sparking inside of you with a hint of anger. "Where am I?!" You shout, earning
a glare from the man-in-charge. 
"No need to raise your voice! You, my dearest, are in Superjail! Where inmates
are given a second shot at redemption!" You grimance at his frantic attitude.
This guy is nuts. 
"Why am I here? Where am I currently located?!" Your blood pressure is rising
with every question, the shot easily combating the actual rush of anxiety. You
look down towards your handcuff and pull, trying to slip out of it and run away
from these wack jobs. 
"I could ask you the same thing!" He exclaims, looking over your figure without
judgment. His eyes scan your chest, instinctively having you pull the blanket
up over yourself to your neck. The short guy stayed silent through this whole
encounter, twiddling his thumbs and never speaking a word. It felt like he was
about ready to burn a hole through the floor. "I'm so confused! Just let me
go!" You shout, angering him once more.
"I appreciate what you all have done for me, really." You exclaim, fake
enthusiasm littered in your voice. He has to be alive, he can't be dead. That
was your least concern however. Current number 1 priority; getting out of this
mad house alive. "But I really must get going." Your voice tampers out, pulling
at the handcuffs again. You take a quick glance to the hand chained, trying to
find some sort of weapon. Are they all criminals? Keeping you hear as a
hostage?
Once again laughter erupts and pauses your thinking. "Oh please, you aren't
going anywhere! You see, this facility isn't prone to.. letting things go." The
purple man's voice goes dark, glasses reflecting your frail body. "You
obviously were his partner in crime of some sort." He proclaims, his cane
popping out of thin air and taking a stand. You push yourself back in the
corner, the bandages starting to itch against the bruises. "Now get some rest
and heal, the sooner you're on your feet, the sooner your shift starts!" He
shouts happily, taking his leave with the doctor. All your pleas and tears
landing on deaf ears. As the door hastily shuts, the man from before speaks up,
keeping his tone hushed. 
"Do you want to see Ash?" He asks, eyes glancing up to yours for a split second
then back again towards the ground. "The one that saved you, I mean." He
twiddles his fingers, finding the floor way more interesting then the big
machinery littered around. Not hearing a response from you, only sniffles and
stifled sobs, he makes his way towards the door. "I'll just page him up."
Before leaving, a simple 'be right back' is uttered. The big, metal door locks,
a red light flashing in security. You had to get out of here. You rip off the
sheets and look down, the shot that was given earlier must have been laced
with Analgesic. Your unoccupied arm was attached to the machine through wiring,
blood pumping into your vain. The handcuff was the only thing really keeping
you from immobility. You grab at it with your other hand, pulling and twisting
this way and that. It wouldn't budge. You needed something sharp, like the
needle that was currently lodged in your arm! Grabbing the wires, you stop.
What if it sets off another stupid alarm again?  Another sigh escapes and
causes you to look around some more. Looking over the side of the bed at the
ground, the only thing that posed a little bit of use was a  shard of glass.
You pick it up with ease and wrap your blanket around it, not wanting to cut
your hand even more. Pushing and pulling, almost got it-
"She's this way." You throw the shard behind your back and sit up as the one
from earlier walks in. His eyes stop on you and eyes you suspiciously,
signaling the other to follow suit, the door automatically closed from behind. 
"Let me guess, needed something sharp?" The short one asks, rolling his eyes
and opening his palm towards you. "Give it up." His eyes land back on your un-
moving form. Giving a face of confusion wasn't the right answer, only earning a
threat in response laced with some type of passion. You tear your eyes away and
slowly reach behind your back, a light thought running through your mind.Maybe
if I stab him? That was quickly pushed back though seeing how the other male in
the room looked a lot stronger. Handing the shard of glass over into his sweaty
palms, he places it onto a near by counter, the one across from you. You
noticed him wearing a name tag hidden under the flop of his collar. Jared?
That's weird. Your gaze landed on the male next to him, causing him to wave in
return. Was that the guy? It looks like him. Answering your question without a
second thought, he speaks up.
"My name's Ash, the guy who helped you with your.. issue." He looked down at
your bandaged leg and the bruise. His cringe was visble. You could only imagine
what that guy witnessed. 
When Jared finally sat back down and joined in on the group discussion, you
blurted out with a sharp intake of breath. "What do you want from me?"
Chapter End Notes
     AHHHH~? Another chapter done!? WHOOP-
     Do you guys like me adding a little recap in the notes at the
     beginning? I think it kind of helps. I love when you all comment on
     chapters, whether it be advice, future plot ideas, or just plain
     appreciation, it means a lot and keeps me going as an author! Let me
     know what you all think so far! <3 ~Jelly
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