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You had just returned from a mission, clutching onto your arm with your hand. Blood seeped through your fingers, the red liquid feeling sticky in between. You had often gotten hurt on missions. You weren't unskilled, you were just clumsy. You made your way to the infirmary where Jack spent most of his time. He looked up from the book he was reading and set it down, putting on some black gloves. "What exactly happened this time?" he asked with a grin.