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truth_is_coldWho: Gary Knight (Gaheris Rhade) | Dylan Hunt | Martha Jones
What: Dylan is wounded during a raid on a rival's business and Gary has to take him to Dr. Jones
When: After Alpha's return
Where: Martha's "clinic"
Warnings & Notes: Descriptions of violence and blood. More might be added.
This was a situation he'd never wanted to find himself in. As a child, Gary was in many fights; he was a sturdy young man and a good way for other sturdy young men to prove themselves, until they started losing. The fighting never stopped, and even when he was broken and bruised he still had the impression he had come out winning no matter his condition.
This was the first time that he felt like he was losing.
He would have to pick apart the decision later, but it was easy enough when he made it. He shouldn't have; he should have let him die, satisfy the FBI with two dead gangsters, or he should have taken Dylan to them and made him bargain for his health. Instead it was the dead of night, frosty and cold enough to see his breath, and he had a bleeding man in his arms that he shouldn't be worried about, and he was kicking at a door because he had no free hands to knock with.
What: Dylan is wounded during a raid on a rival's business and Gary has to take him to Dr. Jones
When: After Alpha's return
Where: Martha's "clinic"
Warnings & Notes: Descriptions of violence and blood. More might be added.
This was a situation he'd never wanted to find himself in. As a child, Gary was in many fights; he was a sturdy young man and a good way for other sturdy young men to prove themselves, until they started losing. The fighting never stopped, and even when he was broken and bruised he still had the impression he had come out winning no matter his condition.
This was the first time that he felt like he was losing.
He would have to pick apart the decision later, but it was easy enough when he made it. He shouldn't have; he should have let him die, satisfy the FBI with two dead gangsters, or he should have taken Dylan to them and made him bargain for his health. Instead it was the dead of night, frosty and cold enough to see his breath, and he had a bleeding man in his arms that he shouldn't be worried about, and he was kicking at a door because he had no free hands to knock with.
