Hello interwebers. I'm on time this week, can you believe it! I really want to see this one all the way to the end, like Past Always Repeats, which I am so proud of. This chapter we find out how her first week went in the Firefly household, get another peek into Maggie's (or Doll's) past, and see the first, sort of, buds of romance. Also thank you to my first alerter, your awesome. So without further ado, chapter 4.
The past week had been an odd one to say the least. Maggie wasn't sure if she should be relieved or horrified by how well she had taken it.
She had been aloud to go to sleep right after the mock meeting. And she did, very soundly, for the day was filled with many activities. She was awoken the next day by Baby jumping on her worn out bed. How this girl was so chipper in the morning, she couldn't understand. Although Maggie never had been chipper. They went down to breakfast, Mama Firefly making sure that the only open seat was next to Tiny. Though neither participant seemed to mind; Maggie still being interested in his unusual anatomy and Tiny deciding that he liked the nonchalant girl. It may have helped that she was also ruthless, pretty, and looked at him in a way he had never experienced. He however did not enjoy when Otis came down and gave him a sex talk. It was bad enough that he saw Tiny as a weaker person, but to also assume him that stupid. He knew what happened to all those girls Otis tortured. Though everyone seemed to think Tiny more simple minded than he really was. He just hoped he could make a better impression on this strange new comer.
After breakfast she was half drug, half led to an underground catacomb. Where she met Doctor Satan and his experiments. She was to train under him and learn his techniques, until his passing, then take over in his place.
She found the Doctor to be near intolerable when doing anything not medical related. Always making snide remarks towards her person. Be it her gender, height, weight, or general rudeness. She overlooked it though, because if you got him in his medical mind set, the mad man was a genius. It was also the only time he would be civil to Maggie, claiming she was on the right path to be just as good, if not better than him.
She had to admit, even with the usually unbearable man always over her shoulder, she was getting more experience than she could ever imagine. She doubted that anything she would have done in her internship, it would have never came close to this.
And that's how the week continued, at least until Friday, if her count was correct. She was in the middle of removing the frontal lobe of one of the less useful patients, when Otis busted through the main door. Sighing she handed her tools to Doctor Satan and he continued the operation.
"What exactly is so important that you had to interrupt my procedure." She was irritated to say the least. If he didn't have a good reason, she was considering making him her next volunteer.
"It's Baby, we got a new crop of rabbits and was about to start playin' with 'em. Then out of nowhere, one of those sons o' bitches, stabbed her real bad. You gotta come patch her up." He was panting the entire time but she understood the pressure of the situation.
"Alright." She gave him a firm nod and turned to the Doctor. "I'm clocking out early Doctor, it seems there's an emergency at home." The word still tasted foreign in her mouth, but if she called in anything else, the family was upset. So she went with it.
The Doctor still had to get in his finally words. "Yeah, women always cause problem, fucking bitches." If she didn't know any better she would think that Grandpa and Doctor Satan were best friends in the old days. But it seemed like Grandpa avoided the subject of the catacombs at all cost.
As they briskly jogged back, Maggie tried to compile a list of thing the others could get her before she even saw the wound. Reaching the back door she could see Baby sprawled on the kitchen and everyone but R.J. and Grandpa around her. Baby had a deep serrated cut running down her right side, she needed to close this and fast. "Mama, I need you to get me some water boiling. Otis and Tiny I need you on stand by in case she needs to be held down. Cutter go grab my bag off of my bed." She was cursing herself and Doctor Satan in that moment, it was the crazy old man's fault that she didn't have her satchel in the first place. Claiming that she couldn't bring in foreign objects, so she could try to kill him with hidden items. The senile old man was costing her precious time.
"Baby, look at me. Can you hear me?" She said it in the most caring way she could, putting on her Doctor mask.
"Dolly, when did ya' get here. Oh did Otis tell ya' we got a new group o' rabbits. Gonna have a lot o' fun with 'em." She gave a weak giggle at the end which resulted in her violently coughing up blood.
"She's in shock, exactly how long did you wait to get me!?" Her mask had slipped as she berated Otis.
"I'm not sure, we had to take care of the problems first."
"Well next time let your blood lust step aside for family members." Maggie sent him a fierce glare that made him really think about what she had just said. As she looked back down at Baby, reassuring her, Mama came over with her water. "Ok now I need any strong alcohol you have and a dozen or so clean rags." Mama scurried away for the requested item and soon returned. "Baby, I need you to do me a favor, drink as much of this as possible and stay awake. Can you do that for me?"
"Anythin' for ya' Doll." She knocked back the tequila bottle with a little help from Maggie and took a few large gulps.
Cutter finally returned with her satchel in hand. Pulling out her trusty surgical kit she prepared the instruments. Call her paranoid, but when you grew up with a father like hers, it could save your life if you were over prepared. "Alright, you two hold her down and no matter what she says do not let go. Baby, I'm going to wash your wound so I can get a better look at what I'm dealing with. I need you to stay still and calm ok. Any sudden movement could make the wound worse." With her mask back in place, she went to work not even waiting for an answer.
By the end of the surgery, Baby had sixty two stitches running down her right side, from an one and a half inch deep wound. Baby was carried to bed carefully by Tiny, after being cleaned, stitched, and bandaged. It was an eventful night to say the least.
The following day Maggie checked the wound right after supper. Finding it healing well Maggie asked if she had been having any problems with it.
"Well, no, nothin' that isn't expected. But if you have a second, I've been havin' this issue with my left ankle." Baby threw her foot in the girl's lap without waiting for a reply. Maggie didn't mind, she had grown used to the woman's brash personality.
After doing the few test she could with her hand, Maggie had an ides as to what the problem was. "How long exactly has it felt like this?"
"I don't know, 'bout a year or so." Baby was unsure of when the pain had started, just knew it had been there a while.
"It looks like you have a sprain that was never able to heal properly. I'll bandage it and hopefully it will help." This cemented an idea that had been rolling around in Maggie's head for a while.
The next day at breakfast, she let her intentions be known. "I've come to the conclusion, that the family needs a physical."
The room soon filled with abrupt uproar.