Jack stood over the hospital bed, only half listening to the guards who'd dragged the kid up here at his request. He knew everything they had to say already and he was much more interested in getting the show on the road. And finishing the breakfast sandwich he was currently wolfing down. He waved a hand to cut them off, jerking a thumb back at the door to the room, which they obediantly scuttled out of and closed. That left a doctor and a nurse hovering anxiously in the other corner of the room.
"He waking up soon, or what?" Jack asked, pitching the sandwich wrapper in the trash.
"Any minute now," the doctor assured him with a glance at his patient's vitals.
"Cool." Jack watched the kid's face with eager anticipation. The way he was standing, he'd be the first thing the kid saw when he woke up. He looked awfully fragile laying there on the cot, arms and legs held down by restrictive straps. A couple of fresh bruises littered his body as well as a bandaid over a cut on his forehead. Kid had fought like hell when they'd come for him, little shit. They'd had to tranq him to get him out of the apartment he'd been apparently sharing with his mother.
Rich is always a fighter, so it's no surprise that he has to fight to bring himself back from unconsciousness, feeling like he's dragging himself inch by inch up from the comforting blackness into... well, into something far worse than that. Perhaps someone with sense would have just let themselves fall back into slumber, but Rich finds himself glaring up at the man before he even really registers who it is.
Handsome Jack. The CEO of Hyperion. His mom's boss... Everything clicks into place almost painfully, and his struggles resume, mouth open in a wide scream.
He wants to ask what happened to his mom. He wants to ask why the people who came to tell him of his mother's disappearance decided to steal him away from his home and beat him mercilessly when he protested. He wants to ask what the fuck this guy's problem is, what he has against him, but all he does is yell, the monitors displaying his vitals screeching as his heart rate rockets upward.
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Date: 2021-08-05 10:12 pm (UTC)Jack stood over the hospital bed, only half listening to the guards who'd dragged the kid up here at his request. He knew everything they had to say already and he was much more interested in getting the show on the road. And finishing the breakfast sandwich he was currently wolfing down. He waved a hand to cut them off, jerking a thumb back at the door to the room, which they obediantly scuttled out of and closed. That left a doctor and a nurse hovering anxiously in the other corner of the room.
"He waking up soon, or what?" Jack asked, pitching the sandwich wrapper in the trash.
"Any minute now," the doctor assured him with a glance at his patient's vitals.
"Cool." Jack watched the kid's face with eager anticipation. The way he was standing, he'd be the first thing the kid saw when he woke up. He looked awfully fragile laying there on the cot, arms and legs held down by restrictive straps. A couple of fresh bruises littered his body as well as a bandaid over a cut on his forehead. Kid had fought like hell when they'd come for him, little shit. They'd had to tranq him to get him out of the apartment he'd been apparently sharing with his mother.
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Date: 2021-08-06 09:39 pm (UTC)Handsome Jack. The CEO of Hyperion. His mom's boss... Everything clicks into place almost painfully, and his struggles resume, mouth open in a wide scream.
He wants to ask what happened to his mom. He wants to ask why the people who came to tell him of his mother's disappearance decided to steal him away from his home and beat him mercilessly when he protested. He wants to ask what the fuck this guy's problem is, what he has against him, but all he does is yell, the monitors displaying his vitals screeching as his heart rate rockets upward.