Dangerous Deeds

"It's not just a fucking game. It's my ticket to being fucking whole again man..."

Broen was done sobbing now, his eyes red and puffy, but better off than the rest of him as he limped along. That ankle was definitely cracked.

"I lost my powers recently. She can give powers. Like. That's her thing is unlocking powers. But I was a cunt to her because I thought she was just going to give me the ability to give other people powers..."

He grunted as he sat down in a chair outside the office. "I treated her like shit because I felt like the universe had cockslapped me while I was already down. And she's a vindictive bitch. So now... I gotta win five. Or now I guess six matches of her choosing. Or she won't help me get my powers back."

He groaned and relaxed into the chair. Only it hurt to relax his muscles. So he flinched, and that hurt too. Fuck.

Broen sighed and looked up at the ceiling. It was the only position where his neck didn't totally feel like it was going to kill him. "I have to... fucking go for it man. I've had my powers all my life. Defined who I was by them. And both times work chose to do something to help other people... fucking lost them."

He stared at the nurse from the corner of his eyes when they came out. They were already berating him for being stupid. He just ignored it. "If I wait too long, she might get tired of waiting and leave. And then I'm shit out of luck..."

Broen shrugged as he stood up, wincing and leaning on the nurse who put an arm under him to keep him steady. "You don't get it, man. You've always been... whatever the fuck you are, yeah? Right now, you snap your fingers and it's all gone. Imagine that for a fuckin second."

He huffed and held the nurse by the shoulder to stop them a second. He squared his eyes with Jackal. "You're telling me if that happened and you found a way to get back to being you again, one that didn't involve selling your soul to some sketchy motherfucker, you wouldn't gun for it as hard as you can?"

Broen huffed and looked at the floor. "Well good for you I guess then. I'm not that fuckin..." He didn't even know what word to use for it. Confident? No that wasn't it.

"Thanks for saving me..." he finally said, somewhat begrudgingly. The nurse pushed Broen into the office to get started on assessing him, but didn't shut the door. They could probably manage to get him in and out in a couple of hours tops.

Broen sat down on the little bed in the nurse's office while they got to work on him. Still lecturing. Still being ignored. He wasn't having this shit from this asshole.

He glanced up at Jackal as he leaned in and spoke. Cracking his own grin, he watched the big fucker leave. "I wouldn't expect anything less, motherfucker."