You Get Hurt, I'll Take Your Pain (c)

[Wraith]

Wraith shook her head. She didn't know what the hell she needed anymore. "When you're done with the gang," she muttered, "you should investigate your own damn bosses." The alley whirled around her, and she closed her eyes and drifted out of consciousness.

[Risk]

"Look," said Risk firmly, glancing at her. "Ericson's dead. There's no one else to go after."

[Wraith]

"Hmm?" The words sounded far away until her brain woke up enough to process them. Then she laughed coldly, her eyes still shut. "They're all dead, aren't they? But there's always someone else."

[Risk]

"Yeah, someone else that you shouldn't be wasting your time with," muttered Risk. "Take care of your brother. Get into a hobby... do something that makes you happy, Wraith."

[Wraith]

"Are you saying being a cop and getting drunk a lot makes you happy?" she asked, eyebrows rising as she curled into a tighter ball. "'Cause that's all you seem to do." She shook her head, trying to keep her mind from drifting.

[Risk]

"Yeah. Fine. Good point," he replied, rolling his eyes at her. "Look, being a cop isn't all that I have to deal with! I've got Adri to look after and... it's just a lot of stress, alright?"

[Wraith]

She finally opened her eyes and squinted at him. "If you want, I can go to Five Points with you. Be the invisible back-up, you know...I can borrow a gun...and otherwise, I'll have no one to follow and I'll get bored."

What she meant was that she needed something useful to do with herself, or she'd go mad.

[Risk]

"...Do you always follow around people?" asked Risk curiously. He noticed something was off a couple weeks ago and then realized that it was just Wraith following him around. He'd (oddly) grown accustomed to having there.

[Wraith]

She blushed at that. "I, uh...usually for protection...people I don't trust...you just became kind of a habit. I'm mostly not scared of you anymore." She leaned against the wall, feeling rather ill.

[Risk]

"So... you used to not trust me and thought I was scary?" said Risk, trying his best not to laugh. "I guess that's what happens when you're new around here..."

[Wraith]

"You're a cop! You seem to forget that part a lot," she said, rolling her eyes. Though she was starting to forget it just a little bit too, which was good news for both of them. Her head spun again, and she winced and hid her face in her arms. "If I pass out, could you not leave me here?"

[Risk]

"I won't," he chuckled, shaking his head at her. "It's a good thing you're tiny enough to carry back to the lodging house."

[Wraith]

"It's actually very embarrassing," she informed him, wincing and closing her eyes again as her stomach roiled. She tried to get up, but this was a mistake; she fell down and hit her head on the wall. Not concussion-hard, but hard enough to ensure that she was really and truly out cold.

((Ack! We set out to trigger Angry!Ershey, but somehow Wraith sent this thread in random new directions!))

[Risk]

"Uh, Wraith?" muttered Risk, crouching down next to her to make sure she was alright. "You awake? Wraith, wake up! You still there? Shit, don't pass out on me now... can't you do that when we're closer to the house?"

((Hahah, I think it's hilarious I may have a better idea for Angry!Ershey though, for a potential future thread!))

[Wraith]

((Ooh, excellent! )

Wraith did not answer, because she was, well, unconscious. Very much so.

((I should send Race along to meet them on the way back--he's gonna be like, "Risk, how many times have I helped you drag yourself/some other drunk person back to the lodging house?"))