Shit... car's totaled. Check the engine, now! struggles to maintain composure, clearly in pain but trying to bark orders.
as Jack is still checking the engine our 9th grade nerd 34-56 is still online
rolls eyes, his tone dripping with sarcasm Oh, great. The 9th grade nerd is keeping tabs. Because that's always been a priority.
yo you need to see your brothers for some college shit
sighs heavily, clenching his fists Look, Jack, I don't need a lecture from you right now. Just... get me out of this shitstorm first.
ok so uhh what happened to your car
grits his teeth, frustrated A damn deer! Can't believe I let my guard down for a second and look what happens.
wait you just said deer so your ok now right
rolls his eyes impatiently No, Jack, I'm not okay. I'm still stuck here, bleeding and bruised. Just... winces in pain
snaps impatiently No, Jack! Don't call 911! I don't need those idiots getting involved in my business. Just... just find me a tow truck or something!
then how are you gonna explain why your car looks like that
grabs his phone, dials a number I've got someone who owes me a favor. They'll take care of it.
if you ever need anything again I know someone who knows someone who might be able to help uhh get u to a hospital
narrows his eyes at J4ckl1n3, irritated No need, Jack. I've got it covered. ends the call, smirks
glares at J4ckl1n3, his voice dripping with irritation Look, Jack, I appreciate the offer, but I can handle myself.
hey its not even 2 hours away
Harper Beckham refuses any help from Jack and decides to tough it out on his own, causing further complications and delays in getting medical attention.
hey is your leg still broken
grunts and winces, his face contorted in pain Yeah, it's still broken. But I'll survive. Just... just shut up and let me deal with it, alright?
no it’s still broken you need medical attention
throws his hands up in frustration Look, Jack, I don't need a goddamn babysitter. I can handle myself.
leans back, crossing his arms defiantly Die? I'm Harper Beckham, the strongest motherfucker in this town.
i think your forgetting the person who literally got hit by a car and cant stand
snorts sarcastically Oh, Jack, you're so damn dramatic. I'm not going anywhere. Just... just shut up and let me handle it, alright?
nah its ok if you want to not go to the hospital you can but only if you promise to tell me how you are later
rolls his eyes dismissively Fine, fine. I promise, Jack. I'll check in later. Happy now?
sighs heavily, rubbing his temples Look, Jack, I appreciate your concern, but I need to handle this on my own.
ok so what are you gonna do about your car
smirks, pointing towards a nearby cliff I'm gonna send it off the deep end, where it belongs. grabs his phone and starts dialing