Miranda kept a close eye on me for the rest of the week. Though I bugged the hell out of her, she still insisted on staying with me. Helping me when I needed it ect., and she was starting to drive me insane. I was also starting to get a little bit of cabin fever.
"PLEASE..." I would beg to Miranda to let me do something for myself.
"NO for the hundredth time. You will stay here and don't whine, its not becoming." She set the food down in front of me, "now eat before it gets cold."
That's pretty much how my entire week went. Though I did have some visitors; everyone in the crew had stopped by to introduce themselves to me, and they sometimes brought something to do.
Kaiden had stopped by at the beginning of the week with two men who introduced themselves as James Vega and Steve Cortez. Cortez was much quieter than Vega; and they had brought a deck of cards. They taught me how to play a poker game named Texas hold 'em. Not their traditional game, but they said that their usual game would be inappropriate. It got me wondering exactly what these men did in their free time.
It's not that Miranda didn't allow the visits, but she certainly wasn't happy about it. I also got an email from Oriana. It seems that Aunt Miranda had informed her about what had transpired over the last few days. She wasn't to happy about it either; she sounded worried but was glad I was safe. And that was it, the entire email consisted of just that. Oh well, at least she cared enough to send a message.
Grunt showed up on Friday and by far the most entertaining guest I've had. He decided that it would be a brilliant idea if we snuck out and go down to the cargo hold. My ankle had healed enough so that I could walk on it. We ended up fighting and destroying half the bay. Shepard was first to show up to and wasn't exactly happy. Though she laughed about it later and told Grunt to just watch where he's charging next time. Miranda on the other hand was absolutely furious. Her face turned red and her biotics punched a hole through one of the crates nearest to her. I've been in trouble ever since.
The following Tuesday was when I had my next doctors appointment.
"Well everything seems to be fine. No evidence of anymore issues and that ankle as healed up quite nicely. I'm surprised you didn't twist it again or even break it after what happened down in the cargo bay." The look she gave me was one of disapproval and I blushed with embarrassment.
"So..." I said trying to change the subject, "Am I good to go? Please tell me I am because Aunt Miranda is driving me CRAZY!" I looked at her with wide green puppy eyes, practically begging for her to say those words that would set me free.
"Yes, your healthy enough to do anything you like again." She looked at me and smiled, then turned around and picked up a data pad.
"YES!" I launched off the table and sprinted towards the door.