Shaun exclaimed as he ran into the room and slid to a stop beside him."Hey, Shaun,” Jaryn grimaced. “Can you do me a favour and get whatever is sticking out of my back the fuck out of me?""Where's Broyles?""Gone. Now if you don't mind?"Shaun ran his hands down Jaryn's back. Jaryn felt when his best friend's hands touched what he assumed was a knife stuck in his back and couldn't stop the shout from bursting out of his chest."Jesus, what kind of goat fuck did you get yourself into this time?"Jaryn hissed as another bolt of lightning speared through his body. “You know me, I'm always out looking for a good time. You're going to have to pull it out. I can't shift with it in.""That's going to hurt."Jaryn growled. “No shit, Sherlock. Just...fuck...just get it over with. The goddamn thing is coated in something. I'm on fucking fire, man,” he panted.Shaun gently wrapped his hand around the hilt of the knife. “On the count of three."Jaryn nodded and prepared to shift the moment the knife was removed.
