11.2 Unrest

Slight tension has resumed since your unfortunate accident. While Boyd has shown some compassion towards you, it's evident he still views himself in the position of power. As you continue working on the plane, you find yourself recalling more information about it. This regained knowledge has allowed its repair to progress far quicker than intended. However, it has also reminded you of an avoidable and crucial detail. Unsure how to address the issue, you decide to leave it unmentioned for the time being. As time progresses, so does the restoration of your shoulder. Each day the pain subsides while your use of the appendage increases.

Eventually, your most of your use of the limb has returned. Unfortunately, the previous rift between you and Boyd has reappeared. It seems the man is incapable of maintaining his patience, regardless of supposed trust in you. As you reach the completion of your project, the nagging feeling regarding the pressing issue only increases.

"Looks like we're almost done." Boyd comments while you're assisting him remount the engine.

Pausing absentmindedly, your mind drifts back to your thoughts. Given the amount of fuel and cargo needed for your journey, it's unlikely carrying more than two people will be possible.

"What?" You reply a moment later, distractedly as you help secure the engine in place. "Oh, right."

You barely register the glance Boyd casts in your direction while remaining silent. Given his restlessness, you know he will be pushing to leave once the job is complete. With how quickly you've been progressing, that could be any day now. Exhaling in frustration, you wince as dull pain shoots across your shoulder. Despite the wound being nearly healed, it has still been difficult to perform certain tasks.

"Something's on your mind." You startle slightly at the unexpected voice behind you. In your distraction, you hadn't noticed when the man moved to stand behind you. You stiffen when his arms brush past you as he reaches forward to help you.

"I got it." You grumble irately, trying to shrug his arms away.

"You're the only one with flight experience." Boyd replies sternly while leaning forward to slide the rest of the engine in place. "We can't risk another injury."

Sighing softly, you nod in affirmation and allow him to finish assisting you. Once he is done you duck under his arms and begin walking away. Unfortunately, the man quickly grabs your uninjured arm and swiftly pulls you back.

"Are you concerned about the repairs?" Boyd asks tensely, his gray eyes observing your troubled face.

Frowning lightly, you avoid his gaze as you consider revealing your concerns. Though you don't know the man well, the thought of leaving James behind isn't ideal. With supplies running low there is a good chance you'd be leaving him to his ****. Still, if you risk overloading the craft there is a good chance you could all perish. Boyd's grip tightens, reminding you he is awaiting your answer. Biting your lip, you finally look at him and speak.