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Yeah, I know. That's why we've gotta hope this hunk of junk works.

( jim works his way down on the floor of the front seat and rips out the dash so he can start twisting wires together. )

If you hear something, let me know. I'll get us out of here.

[ Spock is quiet for approximately twenty seconds, listening both to "Roger's" attempts with the dash and for any signs of their pursuers. But then— then, listening to "Roger" working on the wires, he cannot help but comment: ]

You seem unusually practiced with liberating vehicles from their owners.

Relic of my childhood.

( he sounds amused as he folds and fits wires together. eventually, he thinks he's got it and he sits up when the engine roars. )

Hopefully this old tank puts some distance between us and them.

[ Spock inhales. In his weakened state, his control is poor enough that he furrows his brows at the intake of a distinct petrol smell. Fortunately, "Roger" does not see. ]

If it does not combust with us inside, the clear damage to the engine will at the least make tracking more difficult.

Yeah.

( he floors it and takes off, shooting down the street and away from that place. )

Were you planning on getting yourself killed today?

[ Whether it is the car's lack of shock absorbers or just a factor of "Roger's" driving does not matter; Spock is jolted across the seats. He has to make a frantic grab for a handhold. The sudden movement pulls; he cannot muffle a short grunt of pain.

A few heavy breaths later, Spock regains himself. He does not lower his hand from its position braced against the back of "Roger's" seat. ]

Negative. That would be highly inefficient.

Kind of a rhetorical question but glad to see you didn't have a death wish.

( jim looks in the rearview mirror, trying to track anyone. he can't see them but that doesn't mean anything so he takes a few sharp turns just to try and throw anyone off the trail. )

Do I need to take you to the hospital?

[ The sharp turns are not helpful to Spock's current status. However, they are necessary, and so he does nothing but brace himself again and force words from his raw throat. ]

Do you believe they would hesitate to attack us at a hospital?

[ He does not. He is certain these vampires would take great delight in the opportunity to kill both Spock and "Roger" as well as human collateral. ]

Fine, we'll go to my place.

( it's protected enough and he thinks it'll take time for the group of vampires to find them. )

No digs about the decor, please.

[ The comment is so unexpected that for a moment, Spock can only blink. He pushes himself up a little to give "Roger" a dubious look. ]

In our current situation, you are concerned with my judgment of the aesthetic appeal of your home?

It's a joke.

( obviously he doesn't care that much but hey, he's trying to lighten the mood. jim rolls his eyes. )

Trying to get your mind off the fact that you're bleeding all over the place and currently sound like shit.

[ The dubious look only increases in intensity, Spocks brows furrowing no longer only from pain. Perhaps "Roger" is not entirely sane. That would explain many of his actions to this point. ]

As I am currently bleeding out, it is difficult to focus my mind away from that fact.

Look, I can pull over and heal you.

( vampire healing, that is. jim's not sure if he'd be a fan. )

Or you can wait and not die in this shitty car.

[ Spock huffs out something very close to a laugh and allows himself to thunk back down to the grimy seat cushion. ]

I would prefer you prioritize reaching a sanctuary over the immediate healing of my wounds.

[ He is not objecting outright to the possibility of healing. But now, when they may still be under pursuit, is not an optimal time. ]

And I'd rather you not die in my backseat.

( so, they both had aspirations here. )

Don't worry, we're not far now.

I was not worried.

[ As dry as he can manage when every breath feels wet and cloying. Staring up at the cracked roof of the car is about all he is currently capable of. It is vexing. ]

My assumption was that your home is a minimal distance from the next or it would be a poor choice of safe house.

I'm not taking you to my home.

( because then he'd know where it was and if they didn't come out of this okay, it'd give spock easy access to come and find him. )

Just a place I've crashed before.

[ He squints. Thinks back. ]

It is highly unusual that you refer to a place to which you have little attachment as "your place."

[ Yeah, that's what he's taking away from this. The blood loss is really getting to him. ]

How about you just focus on not dying?

( he thinks that would be a better use of all his energy. he chances a look back and frowns. )

You look like shit.

[ Spock waits a beat to reply, curious if there will be anything further. When there is not, he answers: ]

So you have said. As you have requested, I am extremely focused on not expiring.

Good.

( he focuses back on driving, eyeing the road behind them before he takes a few turns and pulls up in front of a building. there's a chinese restaurant in front. )

Come on, up. We gotta go.

( he'll get spock inside and then ditch the car. )

[ Spock has no choice but to accept "Roger's" assistance to limp inside. He takes in the gaudy restaurant front with dazed curiosity, but does not have it in him to comment at the moment. He allows himself to be hauled up stairs to the rooms above the restaurant. By the time "Roger" returns from seeing to the car, he has managed to drag himself to a beat up couch and collapse across it. Every burdened breath has him breathing in the smell of grease and cooking meat. A trail of blood marks his path from the curb to his pile of limbs on the couch. ]

All right.

( so, one problem is taken care of. now, he has to figure this out. )

Do you want me to heal you? It'd be less painful than you toughing it out.

[ It takes a second for Spock to respond; he is moments away from slipping into a healing trance, and fighting against the lassitude. To allow himself to be so vulnerable would spell likely not only his death, but "Roger's" as well.

He blinks, and finally manages: ]

Healing would be appreciated. I believe they were forewarned of my presence.

[ He isn't healing as fast as he should. There must have been venom or some other toxin on the claws that made his wounds. ]

Okay.

( jim crouches down closer to him, looking him over and frowning. )

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