Jax opened one eye to look at Cassius. He just wanted to get this over with without feeling anything. “Uh…there’s a pressure point in my neck that if you hit it, it would lower my blood pressure. But I’d rather you not smash my arteries to accomplish that. Just hit me, Cass. It’ll make things easier.” He noticed the hitch of nervousness in Cass’ voice and decided to not continue the topic. In reality, he didn’t know much about it either, just a few interesting things he researched. Jax knew a lot about medicine, how to fight off attackers, and other niche things. “I don’t have any other ideas.” Weird as it might be, Jax was ready to be punched. He wanted to wake up with a bandaged leg. “If you don’t mind, then that's okay with me. I just don’t want to feel any more pain, so passing out is not an option. Don’t break anything at least.” He gave Cass one last glance. This glance told him Jax could take a punch. He was tough enough. He closed his eye and got himself comfortable on the bed. He adjusted his head, so he would get a crick in the neck from laying weird. “I’m ready.”
Cass raises his brows at Jax, surprised by how ready he was and how okay he was with this whole situation.
"okay." he shrugs, rolling his shoulder a little bit. It's been a while since Cassius had to punch someone with the intention of knocking them out. But Cass was also a really big guy so he knew it would be easier than he was freaking out about.
He stands, now hovering over Jax "im so sorry" he says, balling his hand into a solid fist, and taking a breath before his fist lunges into the side of Jax's jaw without any recoil of his arm or shoulder. And hard. Hard enough to make his own hand sting afterwards but only a bit.
Half of him was afraid it wasn't enough to knock him out or he didn't get the right angle since Jax was laying down, but Cass hoped for the best with he opened his eyes and looked down to Jax. Though he hears Ophelia gasp in the doorway. Before he's able to assess what state Jax is in, he whips around to see his daughter, wide eyed. Her hands covered her mouth just after he gasped.
oh no…how am i going to explain this
(Waking up to pages filled without me. I haven't had this kind of thing in years. Oh how I missed it)
Ryder gives a short, breathy chuckle. “I can’t say anything about that one,” he jokes, nodding towards David, “I’ve only been with him for a few weeks. But Gabriel won’t get to you with his muzzle and gloves.” Gabriel leans into him as he speaks, flopping down beside him and trying to eat away at his back now.
“I grew up with Vamp here, just because he’s sick doesn’t mean I’m leaving him.” He says, his voice quieter now, since he didn’t like to mention it around David. “Besides, David says there is still a chance for a cure for people who were bitten. As long as they weren’t already dead.” He glances over his shoulder to Gabriel, “Isn’t that right?” He looks back to Frenchie. “Call me stupid, but if there’s a chance he’d be okay then I’m not throwing away that chance for him.” Although his words were more serious, he ends his sentence with a soft chuckle, taking the conversation very lightly.
David stares at his screen, overhearing their conversation but not acknowledging it. He draws his brow together, glaring into the dim light of the computer as he filled in information.
Frenchie raised an eyebrow at him. "A chance for a cure? And you're planning on finding it by yourselves? What even makes him qualified to find such a thing? And even if you do, how are you going to tell the zombies that were bitten from the ones who were already dead? And what are you going to do about the rest of them? Just kill them like you have been? Not to mention, it's only the two of you. How exactly do you plan on getting this cure to others, or even getting them to trust you enough to try? Most people don't stick around with their friends that have been bitten, they abandon them. A cure for those who have been bitten sounds great but look at the bigger picture. What's the damn point."
Jax closed his eyes, waiting for the blow. He heard Cass apologize for what he was about to do, but nothing came. He opened his eyes, and just then…WHACK! A blow straight to the jaw. There was nothing at first, but then the pain shot up his face. Jax yelped in pain. He could have sworn he heard a crack. His vision went all wonky and started to fade. The room went from light beige to a fading gray. He wanted to throw up. He forgot how fatal and detrimental a blow to the jaw was. If he was lucky, swelling and bruising. Unlucky, he would have to have his mouth bandaged shut. Jax didn’t have the time to run through every scenario. The pain was everywhere, and he was starting to feel faint. He couldn’t help but pass out.
Sure, Cass hadn’t knocked him out on impact, but he still managed to go unconscious. The wound started to swell with the start of bruising. Jax thought his jaw was knocked out of place, but it was just the excruciating feeling. Why did he agree to this? Waking up will be awful. His whole body went limp and the only thing Cass had to worry about was the leg and the jaw.
(i love this XDDD)
Cass looks back and forth from Ophelia to Jax, his eyes wide when he (Jax) yelped, apologizing over and over again.
"YOU PUNCHED HIM!!" Fia exclaims loudly, seeming to be mad at her father.
His eyes stay on Jax, trying to figure out what to do frantically until he passes out.
He turns to Ophelia "I had to" he starts out, realizing that wasn't the best way to say that either.
"what?!" she basically shouts
He takes a deep breath "I did so he wouldn't feel the pain when i fix up his leg" he explains to her as calmly as he could "he was okay with it. Don't worry" he finishes
Fia walks up to now unconscious Jax. She looks at him, poking the tip of his nose "is he dead?" she asks
Cass watches as Fia touches him, holding his tongue. "no he fainted. It's like sleeping" he shrugs, using the small blade to cut a small incision in the wound where he needed to drain everything out before patching everything up.
After a good 15 minutes, Cass had finished all of the dirty work and was just now pulling his pant leg down over the bandages he had wrapped all around his leg. Fia had covered Jax in one of her blankets, or at least his top half. Though when she leaves, Cass removes it and folds it up, not wanting to worsen his fever with any heat. Though he didn't move the small stuffed animal she placed beside him. It was a poorly made cat she and Cass had been working on in their free time, as he was teaching her at a young age to crochet.
Once everything was done, he sets a glass of water beside the bed for Jax.
He peeks into his and Fia's room, where he found his daughter sitting on the bed near the window. Her forehead pressed against the cold glass as rain pattered hard against it, her knees pulled up to her chest.
He steps inside "hey baby. what up?" he asks her
She jumps at his voice, though not looking at him. She hugs her knees tighter. He decides it was fine to leave Jax alone. He was unconscious after all. So he to sits the bed beside her, facing his daughter.
She blinks, her eyes watery. His brows crease in worry as he tucks a curl of hair behind her small ear.
Cassius leans forward, giving the side of her head a kiss. "Did Jax's leg freak you out? Im gonna be honest it did me too" he says, looking at her and leaning on the window as well.
"I miss her" Fia says quietly.
His heart stops beating for a few second and he forgets to breath. It was random but nothing he wasn't used to. Cass takes her hand softly, her tiny hand wrapping around his fingers. "I miss her too Fia" he says quietly, looking out of the window with her.
The storm didn't show any signs of stopping any time soon and the rain only became harder as time went on. Fia had figured they wouldn't be able to go out today and check on the crops like he had said they would, but she didn't mind.
He knew if his wife were still with them, she would be out in the front yard dancing in the rain with the biggest smile on her face. He could remember the image just as if it were happening. Her curly hair sticking to the sides of her face and her skin pale from the cold rain. Every wet fold of clothing sticking to her body as she spun around with her arms out, the mud caking onto her shoes without a care in the world.
Cass would always ask her to come inside, as she was going to catch a cold and Fia always wanted to go out with her. But she always told him things like "just because the world is ending doesn't mean we can't have fun"
Cassius now looks to his daughter, now leaning into him and fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve. He wraps his arms around her and kisses the top of her head as they sit in silence.
Jax stirred, blinking his eyes open. Goddamn. My jaw hurts horribly…oh yeah, I asked Cass to knock me out. He made a mistake and touched his jaw. Pain shot throughout his face, and he almost screamed. He had to swallow the scream, gritting his teeth and letting out small whimpers. He looked down at his leg. Areas of it were still painful, but it felt better. Jax instinctively clung to the stuffed cat, but then he wondered where it came from. It was odd. His fever had gone down, but he still felt awful. Everything was cold, and the pitter of rain made him feel trapped in a cellar. Jacob made effort to call out, but the jaw pain was too much for him. He only hoped it was the swelling and not a broken jaw.
Jax curled himself into a ball, wishing he had someone in the room. Someone he could cry to. Someone he could hold hands with. But he had no one, and the loneliness ached throughout his body. He snuggled into the pillow, trying to avoid the painful half of his jaw. He’d rather go out the stand in the rain than stay stuffed in a room. I mean, that’s what he did every day it rained in this apocalypse. Jax watched the rainfall, rain dripping into his eyelashes, apologizing to the sky after yelling at it for taking everyone he loved. He shook off these thoughts. That was a long time ago, he’s changed. For the better or for the worst? He didn’t have time to question himself.
Jax could hear the whispers of conversation, but the rain drowned out all the words. He wasn’t interested in eavesdropping, so he ignored it. He held onto the poorly made cat, slipping under the quilt. He didn’t like the cold, but he didn’t like heat either. Jax liked the middle, a compromise of two choices. It took the weight of the choice off one’s shoulders. Maybe Cass did break my jaw. Or dislocated it. It kept popping when he tried to move it for communication.
Ryder gives an uncomfortable smile, having not expected her pessimistic comments or rude insinuations that Gabriel wasn’t part of the bigger picture. Frenchie didn’t seem to hang onto hope anymore- hope that some infected could be saved or that people could still work together to fight against this plague.
He rubs the back of his neck, “Gabriel is part of the bigger picture. They all are. The damn point is that the moment you give up on all of them or accept that there’s not a cure is the moment you lose. Who would you be saving then? Just yourself?” He makes eye contact with her, “that’s fine, to save yourself i mean. But it’s not enough for me I guess. I don’t want to just fight for my survival. I’d like them to make it to.” His voice fades out with the last sentence, as he started to overthink the words he was saying. That was really the way he felt, since it wasn’t worth fighting for survival to him if no one made it out with him. He looks back to the ground. “And David is a doctor of sorts. Before we met up, he was working together with other doctors and scientists, and he still has access to a lot of their studies. He says he’s close to hopefully figuring things out.”
Frenchie wasn't convinced, her expression impassive. "What's the point of surviving when everyone's gone? Society has been given a reset but who's going to be here to rebuild it? Will we have the people, the motivation? Will it even be worth it? Save all the people you want, you're the one sacrificing yourself in the end."
Jesse looks to Clovis, blinking before nodding "English, German, Arabic" she says plainly "You?" she asks him, her eyes now on Ghabiun
The dog freezes for a second before looking back at Jesse, then to Onyx before sniffing his hand. He leans forward a little more to sniff the rest of his arm. Ghabiun was breathing rather hard right now as he was excited. The dog licks Onyx's hand a few times before letting out a rather loud, big sneeze of excitement. He hadn't met any new people in a long while. Jesse was surprised with how well he was behaving and she was quite proud of him and it showed on her face.
Clovis holds in a gasp when Onyx quickly touches Ghabiun, not wanting to make any sharp noises and spook the dog.
Onyx, you’re gonna get yourself bitten.
Already aware that his dad wouldn’t approve of his quick movements or excitement, Onyx moves his left hand down the dogs neck as it licks his right hand. The coarse, wiry fur pokes into his calloused fingers as he runs his hand back up its neck, noting Ghabiun’s hard breath and body heat. Before the dog sneezes, he had already noticed his neck and body tensing, so the sneeze doesn’t startle him. A smile crosses his thick lips and he squints his eyes, giving a soft chuckle.
Still not a fan of the situation, Clovis gives a nervous smile. He looks back to Jesse, “Hm? I know a few. German, Russian, Arabic, Spanish…” He pauses, as if he’s thinking. “M-my French is rusty but I can still communicate.”
What… The heck? He thinks to himself, a little lost. Did she not want to save anyone? Did she have no faith that they could rebuild?
“I- I feel like we’re a good ways away from rebuild, don’t you think? We should just focus on the issue at hand. Which right now is the whole virus, right? Just because they’re sick doesn’t mean we should count them as dead, right?” He gives a soft chuckle, serious conversations not really being his forte. But he was trying. “I’m not trying to convince you of anything, I’m just not about to leave my guy here behind.” He ruffles Gabriel’s hair. “I don’t see the point of surviving this if I can’t survive it with the people I care for. I don’t want to make it out by myself.”
"I watched the only friends I ever truly had murder each other in cold blood. I watched one get infected and kill three of the people that she loved more than she loved herself without a single ounce of hesitation. I was forced to take down the people I had looked up to and cared about for years because they all turned on me. Excuse me if I'm not exactly the most optimistic about the outcome of curing this virus." She spat the words like they tasted bad, leaving a sour taste in her mouth.
After a few minutes of them sitting together in silence, Fia's mind wanders elsewhere, not able to stay on one thing for long.
While Cass's mind was staying in one place for a little too long. Ophelia leans away and looks to Cass "when will Jax wake up?" she asks "will he turn into a zombie?"
He's pulled back into reality by his daughters sudden movement and her voice. "Hm? Oh.. uhm" he thought about what she had asked him just now, still a little out of it. "He should be waking up pretty soon. And no, he's not going to. He's alright. I just patched him up" he says
"like a doctor?" She asks, getting off of the bed. He does the same "sure. Like a doctor" he shrugs as Fia runs out of the room and towards the other room where Jax was. She knocks on it, waiting for a response. Even though Cass didn't think he was awake just yet, he waited with her for a response.
Jesse raises her brows, slightly impressed. Though other than that, she showed no other sign of that fact. "not bad" she shrugs, even though he knew plenty more languages than her. She turns back to look at her dog and Onyx. "I need to let him out for little bit. But he can come back inside when he is done." she says, stepping forward a little, giving Ghabiun a little more of the leash, letting him get closer to Onyx.
Ghabiun doesn't lurch forward but he does take a few steps rather quickly towards Onyx. Jesse tightens her grip, motioning for him to go outside. Though he stays put, covering Onyx's hand with dog slobber from licking his hand.
(The things Jax has been autocorrected to: Max, had, Jacob, and Ajax ;-;)
Jax heard the knock on the door, but was unable to answer. He tried his best with little noises, but he doubted it would convey the idea of “come in”. With both feet on the ground, he dragged himself out of bed. He winced as pain surged up his leg. He staggered to the door with a wobble, almost collapsing due to his lack of balance. He wrenched the doorknob open, revealing the two standing there. He looked terrible. The side of his jaw where he had been punched was swollen and bruised. He couldn’t move it without suffering excruciating agony. His hair was scrappy , and his eyes were clouded with anguish and out of focus. To relieve weight on his damaged leg, Jax leaned against the door frame. “Hi.” Through his teeth, he murmured. He seemed to regret allowing Cass to hit him. He stumbled back to the bed and sat on the side, sadly staring at Cass. Jax wasn’t able to speak.
(haha i feel that! My computer doesn't think Jax is a real word XD)
Cass and Ophelia heard the shuffling around in the room and knew he was awake. Cass reaches for the doorknob to open it, afraid Jax was going to try to open it himself.
Soon Cass's face was met with Jax's, grimacing at the bruise on his jaw and how miserable and pathetic Jax looked. Cass knew that if Jax wasn't immediately knocked out from his punch, his jaw wouldn't be broken but it did look slightly dislocated. It was an easy fix as a dislocated jaw wasn't a big deal. At least compared to what Cass normally worked with. So he wasn't too concerned about that. He still felt plenty bad though.
His brows crease, "Oh goodness" he sighs, stepping into the room when Jax makes his way to the bed, offering his hand or arm for stability.
"On the bright side, everything is done" he says. You could tell it almost pained him to say anything to Jax, the amount of guilt that had settled in his stomach was overwhelming.
Ophelia looks over to the stuffed cat on the bed, noticing it had moved. "do you like Lilly?" she asks "its my stuffed animal!" she says happily, not reading the room very well.
Jax grasped onto Cass' arm for support. He leaned on him, pained by his bandaged leg. Once he got over to the bed and managed to sit on it, he looked up at Cass and gestured to his jaw. He makes a fist with his thumb sticking up and puts the palm side of his fist to his lips. He was trying to tell Cass he can't speak with his little ASL knowledge. He reached out towards Cass, tears in his eyes from the pain. Not everything was finished to him. He still had a lot to do as soon as his jaw was fixed. Jax heard little Fia asked about the stuffed animal. The cat may have been a ragdoll, but it was nice to cuddle. Unfortunately, the only thing he could do in return is shake his head yes. Jax smiled softly at Fia. He grabbed the little kitty and started to pet it as if it was real. He leaned back against the wall, resting his head. It pounded from the amount of pain his body had gone through in a short amount of time. Jax felt like he might overheat. The room was too stuffy for his liking. He wanted Cass to fix the injury, to relieve all of his physical and mental pain. But Cass wasn't a wizard, he couldn't do all of what Jax wanted. He was human after all, and was limited in his abilities. What Jax would give to be a creature that could heal all of its own pain.
Cass smiles softly at the two, watching as Fia smiles before running back into the other room. He would only assume to get yet another "gift" for Jax.
Cassius sits on the edge of the bed with Jax, understanding what he had said and letting him know he did with a nod. "right sorry. I figured i would dislocate your jaw. I can pop it back in place if you would like. It'd hurt a lot though" he says. He wouldn't have offered to knock him out by punching him if Cass didn't know how to pop his jaw back into place. That would have been stupid on his part and unfair to Jax. Cass would have made him bare through the pain if he didn't.
In his time of service, he's gained a lot of survival skills, whether it be fighting, healing, or simply negotiating with others in order to survive. So even though it was a bit rusty, he knew enough sign language to quietly communicate with his allies. Which now included Jax.
Jax looked at Cass. He wanted to be able to speak again, and the dislocation hurt. He knew something was out of place. Even he could tell the socket was empty without a mirror. He held Cass' hand. He had a lot of options, and the best one was to pop it back in. He closed his weary eyes for a second before opening them. Jax listened to Cass' offer, and his eyes lit up when Cass said he could pop it back in. He basically waved off the fact that it would hurt like hell. He didn't care if it would hurt. Jax wanted his jaw back in place. Sure, his body made him faint at the intense pain— God, he hated how the human body did that. But this was supposed to be quick pain, was it not? Nothing like the sutures or the leg. Those were different from a dislocated joint. He picked up a lot from his years on the road. Back when people were nicer, they would teach him useful skills that would aid in his survival. Jax even learned to use a bow for hunting since no one would let a child handle a gun. He lost the arrows long ago, but he probably still had the bow folded up and tucked away in his satchel somewhere. He had adapted himself to use knives and dangers. Jax learned how to climb trees and make shelters. He learned how to hide himself from any organization or orphanage that wanted to help him. He wasn't interested in that life. Jax grew up wild and only accepted drastic help from one person—his fiancé. He also liked the fact that she loved his dog.
Jax turned himself towards Cass, sitting crisscross on the bed. He was ready to have his jaw popped into place. He'd experienced much worse. He doubted a dislocated jaw was going to kill him. He'd made a mental note to show Cass his skills. Maybe they could be useful in some way. He quietly waited for Cass to pop his jaw into place. Jax remembered when a stranger popped his shoulder back into place. That was nauseating for him as a kid. He softly smiled at his own memories. They were interesting to say the least. Some could say he was raised by wolves, but he was rather raised by instincts. He would compare himself to one of the kids from Lord of the Flies if he knew any better. Jax felt better than he had previously… sickness wise. His fever had gone down, but wasn't entirely gone. He let Cass know he was ready for him to pop his jaw back in.
Cass gives Jax' hand a small squeeze before gently letting go, kneeling down on the floor beside the first aid box. He rummages through it, pulling out some gauze and wrapping his thumbs in it to avoid any injuries to himself as much as possible.
He stands, looking to Jax "i promise my hands are clean" he says, now standing in front of Jax.
"I know it's gonna hurt, but go ahead and open your jaw as much as possible. I am going to have to put my thumbs in your mouth. Just warning you" he says calmly, looking his jaw over. "And promise you wont bite me" he finishes
Cass didn't do too well with sudden pain and his first instinct is to fight unless the pain inflicted was his daughter, as that happened often. She normally accidentally hit him with all sorts of things, be in spoons, crochet needles, hair brushes, rocks she found outside that she would accidentally drop on him.
Though he was afraid if Jax bit him, his first instinct would be to punch him yet again. And he really didn't want to hurt Jax more than he already has.
Jax stared at Cass, his brow creasing with worry. He seemed to go pale when Cass told him to open his mouth. He shrugged when Cass told him his hands were clean. Jax knew that would. He wasn't really worried about that part. He was overly concerned about the pain to follow. Jax wasn't the biggest fan of pain, but he ignored to in order to keep up with his survival. He turned away from Cass, reluctant to open his jaw. 'Είναι ζωή.' His mother would say after he would fall and scrape a knee. That was life, yes. The Greek version of the common phrase c'est la vie. Although, Jax didn't think this was how the cookie should crumble. This was not a minor set back, but his mother's words were true. This is life. He turned towards Cass and prepared himself. He managed to open his mouth with little whines of pain from him. This was excruciating, but he had to get over it. Life isn't always peaches and cream. Before Jax closed his eyes, he signed 'No promises' to Cass' request. Jax wasn't about to say promise and then bite the man. That would be breaking a promise and he didn't break promises. He couldn't keep his mouth open for long, and it was slowly starting to close for the mass amounts of pain. His nails dug into the quilt on the bed, and his breathing started to quicken. Cass.. be quick. He whined in his head.
Cass takes a deep breath as well, nervous about the fact that he signed 'no promises' to him. He really didn't want to punch him again. Or worse, break his jaw.
But Cassius was sure Jax knew the risks and went ahead and slides his thumbs in his mouth, his thumbs resting on either side of his bottom molars, feeling around the outside of Jax's jaw with his index and middle finger.
He pushes down on his back teeth with his thumbs and pulls up on his chin, careful not to dislocate anything else. His movements were slow and gradual, still afraid if he moved too quickly Jax would bite down at the sudden movement unless he was prepared. And even then, it made him nervous.
(lol i think Cass has a phobia of being bitten ngl)
"okay you're going to feel a pop. It will be painful" he says, looking into Jax's eyes carefully, "if you want me to stop, let me know with three taps on my arm" he cautions before pulling the chin up just a bit more. He hears a loud pop from his jaw and winced at the sound, feeling his jaw go back into place.
Jax breathed in and out to calm his nerves. He started to freak out a little when he felt the pressure on his back molars. Holy hell, this hurts! And the then Cass pull up on his chin. The pain shot up throughout his face, and he let out a little whine of pain. He gripped onto the side of the bed, digging his finger nails into the mattress. Then he gripped onto Cass' arm, digging his nails into it. He couldn't happen. It was a reaction to the pain he couldn't have stopped. Jax didn't want to hurt Cass, and he immediately felt sorry for his actions. And then he heard Cass' warning, 'it will be painful'. He couldn’t help but remember when he had his shoulder popped back in. He had squirmed and had to be held down, so the doctor could do anything. He screamed bloody murder, and the locals thoughts a kid got axed. Jax tried to calm himself, but his heart rate rose when Cass pulled his chin up more and screamed when his jaw was popped back into place. He was right— it was short-lived pain, but short-lived pain that was excruciating. He was panting, removing his nails from Cass' arm, apologizing profusely.
Once Cassius was done, he pulls his fingers out of his mouth and his hands away from his as quickly as possible, the adrenaline from the fear of Jax biting him overruled the pain of Jax's nails into his skin.
He lets out a heavy breath when he did and shakes his head "whew! That was something" he says with a small chuckle "it's going to be sore for a while. It sounds like it might hail soon so i could get some once the storms ended and we can ice it." he says, unwrapping his thumbs and balling up the gauze so he could throw it away downstairs, the saliva residue not affection him as much as he thought it would. He's definitely dealt with worse in his time of service.
He looks to her arms, running his fingers over the indentations in the shape of Jax's nails. The skin had already started to raise and redden, and at small points the skin had broken and small dots of blood dotted the markings now.
"oh it's okay. Really. I don't mind" he waves it off. "how does it feel? Everything in place?" Cass asks
Jax was relieved that the prodding and pulling was over with. He took a deep, well-deserved breath. He leaned his head on the wall and took in the atmosphere of the room before saying anything. "It was horrible." He muttered quietly. He didn't mind the soreness, but eating might get annoying. "Hail melts quick. You want to get it while it's still hailing." He looked over at the window solemnly, assessing the conditions outside. He wanted to stretch his legs and scream at the rain. It drained everything out of him, his soul especially, but it let him express himself. "I want to get outside badly." He laughed quietly. "But you'd probably stop me before I even had one foot out the door." Jax shrugged. "I like to yell at the sky. We have peaceful arguments." His voice was hoarse, and he looked at Cass, his question bringing him back to reality. "It feels like I had my whole mouth moved over a few inches and sewed together. That means it's sore. Everything feels— like it's where it's supposed to be." He got up, eyeing the window, and limped to the bedroom door. Jax made an effort to limp down the stairs and go over to the living room window, staring at the storm through it.
Cass picks up the first aid kid, the wrapped up gauze inside and the rest of his first aid belongings.
"I'm sure we'll figure something out" he says calmly, not minding his response even though Cass took it a bit roughly. He clears his throat, setting the box onto the dresser beside the bedroom window before turning to Jax, unbraiding his hair as it became messy rather quickly. It doesn't take long before all of his hair falls down, some of it falling into his face before he swipes it away with his hand.
Cass goes to stop Jax from getting up at all, though he figured it was alright. He picks up the first aid box and follows Jax downstairs, making his way to to kitchen, slipping the box back undeath the sink, then meeting Jax near the window.
The windows were on the larger side, two small slivers of wood forms a cross pattern along the glass. Just as Cass expected, small balls of hail could be seen falling from the sky and landing hard on the ground around them. He worried they would hit the window and break but as far as he knew, they weren't big enough or fast enough to do much damage.
He crosses his arms, looking out of the window "I used to yell at the sky a lot too ya know" he says softly, his voice quieter now.
Cassius wasn't always very quiet and he had a lot of anger built up in him from the unfortunate events of his life. He didn't have any way to take out his anger, as he knew the people he was ordered to kill didn't deserve being killed out of anger.
So instead he would yell at the sky and ask her why the world like this. And the only replies he ever got back was silent gusts of winds.