““Syn rummaged through his bag. “I’m going to give you some Synethol.” Nykyrian hissed at him. “Don’t even waste that sound on me, you shit. I know you hate it, but it’ll help you heal a lot faster and this is one time I can’t afford for you to be nursing a wound and neither can you.” “You got guts taking that tone with me.” Syn scoffed. “What you gonna do, oh great wounded one? I’m the one with the injector.” He clicked the trigger to prove his point. It was now Nykyrian’s turn to scoff. “I could have that in my hand and shoved up your ass before you could even blink.” Instead of being angry, Syn grinned. “Probably. Just make sure you put me totally out of my misery. I don’t need anything else to cripple me. Now shut up and take it like a man.” “I fucking hate you.” Syn laughed as he screwed the vial of medicine into its chamber. “Of course you do. That’s why you’re the one lying shot and I’m doing the tending. If you really hated me, I’d be dead right now and you’d be healthy.” Nykyrian looked away as that one simple truth hung between them.””
