Otis stirred, groaning. Opening his eyes, he looked around the room.
He was in a strange house with a large living room. Baby and Cutter laid beside him in the same makeshift hospital bed that he was in.
He remembered being shot at. He remembered being hit. After that, the rest was a blur.
He tried to sit up, but could only groan in pain at the awfuk jolt in his side.
"No, baby, you just rest." Her voice startled him.
"Adi?" He mumbled.
"Of course you silly man. Who else would it be?"
"Where are we?"
"I bought a house for us a few months ago. I was getting it ready, but my plans got changed a bit."
He raised an eyebrow. "You bought a fucking house?"
"Yeah...We...We can talk about that later."
He sighed, swallowing heavily. "How bad is it?"
"You're lucky to be alive, but you'll be okay."
He nodded. "You have some stories to tell, woman."
"In due time. But for now, you need to just go back to sleep." She kissed him lightly, sweetly.
"Mmmm...I love you."
"I love you too."
Otis drifted back to sleep, but not for long.
"Adoria! Hey! Adoria!"
Otis cracles an eye, peering over at Cutter. No one yelled for her like that.
"Don't you fuckin talk to me like that." She swatted the back of Cutter's head. "I saved your sorry stupid ass, you'd better be nice."
Cutter smiled back dangerously. "Would you be a dear and give me some pain meds? I can't fuckin stand it."
"I can do that for you, honey bunch." She winked at him and walked away.
Otis raised his head, questioningly. Was she flirting with him? Or just playing along?
She came back with a bag of medication and hung it on Cutter's IV.
"Thank you, darlin." He wrapped one large hand around her side. "Hey, what're you doin', anyway? A beautiful girl like you with a guy like him? It's a waste."
She drew a gun and pressed it against the side of his head. Cutter didn't even flinch. "A guy like him?"
"Y...y'know..."
"No I don't. But I do know if you touch me like thay again, I'll bloe your fucking head off."
Cutter whistled. "Mm. You're even sexier when you're mad."
She grimaced and walked back toward Otis's bed, taking his hand in hers.
"Ooh...Baby...Your hands..." She kissed around the wounds the nails had made. "What did he do to my baby?"
Otis smirked. "You're makin a fuss outta nothin."
She rested his hand on her cheek, smiling at him. God, he could get lost in that smile. The way she scrunched her nose. The way her blue eyes twinkled. Those dimples. The way her ears raised slightly-
"Daddy?...Otis?" Baby called.
"Hey, Vera. Dont worry. You're safe." Adi turned to tend to her.
"You...You took care of us?"
"Yep. Of course I did. You're my family."
Vera smiled, but it faded quickly. "Is...is everyone okay?"
"Yeah, everyone is fine."
"...Am I okay?"
Adi smiled. "Yes. You're going to be fine. You all just need rest."
Baby nodded. "okay, doc." she smirked.
"Please let me know if you need anything. Don't be shy."
"Okay...How's your honey pot?"
"He's okay. About in the same state as you guys."
"I...I can't believe we made it."
"You were all very lucky. Extremely lucky." She ventured back to Otis, sitting beside him on the bed and stroking his hair. "Did you bring that cadillac back for me, sweetheart?"
He smirked. "Know you love 'em."
"I do." She kissed him. "But you know what I would have liked more?"
"What?"
"You back in one piece, moron." She deadpanned.
"Nothin's missing."
She rolled her eyes. "You know what I mean, don't pretend you don't."
He sighed. "Yeah..."
She ran a hand over his beard, smoothing it.
"Adi? Can I have some water?" Cutter asked.
She rose, sighing, and retrieved a glass od water for all of them.
"Adi? Can you fix my pillows?" Cutter pleaded.
She begrudgingly fluffed them.
"Adi?" Cutter began. She turned over her shoulder and glared. "Thank you."
She sighed, her anger leaving her. "You're welcome..." She sat back down next to Otis. She was exhausted. Working on three gunshot victims with multiple injuries was no easy task for any physician, let alone worrying about them like she had been.
"You lool beat, mama."
"I am..." She muttered, stroking his face.
"Why don't you have a rest? We'll be fine for a while."
She nodded, trudging to the couch and lying down. She was out cold in minutes, snoring.
Her patients rested, and so did she.