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Chapter 1080: Vacation’s over

Chapter 1080: Vacation’s over

Joker stared at his bandaged hands, seated in the dark corner of the room. The sound of a mechanical heart rate monitor beat consistently in his ear. His teeth clenched, his eyes dimmed with life. When he woke up a week ago, the first thing he checked was his fingers.

Joker was still in a groggy state, but that was the first thing that came into his mind. His hand. After all, the memory and pain while someone crushed one of his fingers etched in his mind. He even remembered them cutting them one by one and how he screamed until his throat started bleeding.

It was not a bad dream.

Now that the medicines in his system were lower dosage, and he had rested enough, Joker had to come to terms with his missing fingers. He didn’t have problems with his missing toes, but his hands... losing one of them was akin to a death sentence.

"And here you are..." Joker let out a scoff, shifting his sharp eyes on the man lying unconscious on the bed. "Being kept alive."

"Joker!"

Suddenly, the door flew open, and Moose’s voice erupted in the silence. Joker slowly shifted his eyes to the door, seeing Moose pant for air as if he had run a mile. When their eyes met, Moose furrowed his brows and straightened his back.

Moose assessed Joker, who was seated in the corner. He carefully rushed to Dragon’s side, checking his vitals, only to find out Dragon was stable.

"You didn’t..." Moose trailed off as he immediately glared daggers at Tiger.

Tiger leaned leisurely against the jamb, feigning innocence. "I thought he would kill him."

"Seriously." Moose huffed, bending over as he rested his hand on the edge of the bed. "I’m going to kill you one of these days."

"Don’t blame him. He did give me a shot to kill that motherfucker." Joker slowly shifted his eyes to Tiger. "Tell Hera I’m not in the mood to play her sick games. I’m good. She doesn’t have to worry."

Joker tossed the syringe and a small bottle of drug on the floor, watching it roll a few times. "I want to kill him more than anyone, but killing him is mercy. He should live for as long as he can."

"The hell?" Moose pushed himself away and picked up the syringe and the drug. His eyes lit up the moment he read the label.

"You gave this to him?" Moose barked at Tiger. "Are you out of your mind?"

"Hey, don’t blame me! Blame Hera. I’m just doing orders." Tiger defended.

"Hera had been locked with Elliot since returning. You never met her."

"She told me on our way home?"

"Fuck you!" Moose clicked his tongue in irritation. "I’m fed up with this."

Tiger let out a deep sigh as he darted his eyes between the two. "Fine, she didn’t tell me to do anything. Joker doesn’t mind, so you should settle down."

"That’s not — ugh! Why did I become a doctor?" Moose held his head, his head throbbing because of stress. "I want to be the patient for once. It looks fun, seeing that you guys having fun."

"Joker lost his fingers because he was trying to help Hera," Tiger explained. "Losing his fingers is akin to a death sentence. I wouldn’t be surprised if he blames Hera for it."

"And you need to know that because... you think he will kill her?"

"Killing her is a stretch," Joker answered for Tiger. "He wants to know if I can still help or not. Moose, don’t act as if this is new to you. Hera is no longer Heaven. Don’t forget that."

Moose’s voice got stuck in his throat, darting his eyes between Tiger and Moose. He rocked his head, rendered speechless.

"Right." Moose scoffed, throwing his hands. "We’re back here now. I shouldn’t get surprised if we test each other for a reason or no damn reason, right?"

Tiger and Joker remained silent, staring at Moose and then at each other.

"So?" Moose looked back at the two of them. "Is this also a test for me? Did I ace it?"

"Apparently, yours is yet to come. But it seemed you don’t need it anymore." Tiger stood straight, assessing Joker and then Moose once more. "Hera is... you know how is she. I need everyone to stay alert and on track. We’re not dealing with Heaven or Dominic’s problem anymore, but Hera’s."

"Vacation’s over," Tiger added before he left.

Moose hissed, staring at the open door. Joker, on the other hand, drew a deep breath.

"He has a point, you know?" said Joker as he rose to his feet, casting Moose a look. "You’ve played bodyguards for quite some time and we’ve all gone soft. Soft... that’s not what the Reapers are. And that’s not what she needs."

With that being said, Joker marched away. But just as he reached the middle of the room, he turned his head in Dragon’s direction.

"I’ll kill him next time," he murmured. "Make sure he’ll recover as fast as he can so I can drag him back down to hell."

This time, Joker didn’t stop from going, leaving Moose behind alone with the unconscious Dragon. Moose stayed in the same spot, staring at the open door that neither Tiger nor Joker bothered to close.

Another deep breath escaped Moose, dragging himself to the couch in the room. He threw himself on it, lying leisurely, eyes on the ceiling.

"Soft," he whispered, resting his arm over his forehead. He then slowly raised the drug over him, reading the label on it. "I want to deny that, but I think we all did go soft."

Back then, all of them didn’t get along that much. Not that they would fight and settle it with their fist at every opportunity. However, they weren’t really close and they couldn’t confidently say they were friends. For them, they were nothing but colleagues who worked for the same person. They had their respective roles, which they diligently fulfilled.

"Hera’s problems are the Reapers’ problems," he muttered, putting down the drug to his chest and closing his eyes. "I guess vacation is truly over. This sucks."