Chapter 53: Deeds

"Well, shit, Marston, you actually did it." Dodson told me in his office.

"Yeah, so give me what I asked." I told him.

"'kay." He said as he nodded at his guards.

In a few minutes, they rolled out an entire infirmary on wheels, complete with fresh, new medical supplies.

"There you go, don't use it all in one place." He smiled.

"Seriously, don't, you'll probably die." He added as I led the carts away, down the elevator.

I walked through the doors and led the carts down the Steamworks. Everyone stared at the medical equipment as I brought them over to the corner next to Amir' office.

"Holy..." Hoyt mumbled as the carts made it there.

"How did you get all this?" Amir asked me as he stared at it all.

"I fought Anaconda Bill." I told him.

"The guy I shot in today's match?" Hoyt asked.

"Yeah, sure, the guy you shot." I told him.

"Probably wasn't much of a fight anyway. The guy got shot in the back of his legs." Michelle said to me.

"Just take the supplies." I told them as I opened up a box full of stimpaks.

The team swarmed at the box and picked up all the stimpaks they could carry. They started to push me out of the way, but I managed to get a blind grasp on one before the box was emptied completely.

"Dammit." I sighed as I held it in my hand.

"The only thing you did today was show us you're close enough to Dodson so that he'll give you anything." Cassidy glared at me.

"That being said, thanks, Marston." Hoyt told me as the carts were pulled into Amir' office.

Cassidy looked over to him. "Hoyt, you're not seri—"

"Cassidy be quiet and take some supplies." Hoyt told her.

"Okay." She nodded.

"Yeah." I said as I looked down at the single stimpak in my palm.

"That gash isn't going to get any better, Sarah. Use it." Amir told me.

I stared at it more and thought to myself. Whoever that girl was, she knew something about me, and it naturally intrigued me. And she also needed my help- -I figured I could use that to my advantage. The other side of this cold logarithm is the bloody gash on my head that I knew was going to get infected soon. I filled out all the possibilities in my head. I knew I wasn't in the position to ask for some of the stimpaks back—no one trusts me, Cassidy said it herself. Besides, Amir was occupied with Skyler to perform the delicate fixing of my cranial area. I shook my head and brought the needle to the back of my head and squeezed the injector cushion.

I was exhilarated with a sensation that has been far long gone from me, I could feel the blissful numbness of the medication take over my head, and I smiled with my eyes closed.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to Skyler." Amir told me as he walked away.

I looked at the empty injector in my hand and threw it at a wall as I walked away to my tent.

"Hot damn, Miss Marston! You just keep surprisin' me!" Jethro smiled as he held a small bag of stimpaks as he sat on the top of his wall, his left leg hanging down as he sat on the right.

"I'm glad you're having fun." I told him.

"What's got you in a spur?" He asked me.

"I don't know, maybe the fact that I just killed a guy so everyone could trust me even less, or it's because I got one stimpak out of this." I said sarcastically as I looked up.

"Heh, well good luck with that." Jethro said as he pushed his bag of stimpaks out of view.

"What do you think about my standing here?" I asked him.

"You want advice from me? Well lemme tell you somethin', Miss. Killin' people and bringing supplies is nice, but that ain't gonna get people to trust you. You gotta take interest, you know? Haven't you got any friends, Miss Marston?" Jethro asked me.

"I'm not sure anymore." I sighed.

"Sounds complicated, don't talk to me about it." Jethro decided. "but I'm sure everyone else would enjoy it, so give it a shot."

"Let me add that to the list of crap I need to take care of." I said as I walked to my tent.

I couldn't bear to tell the girl about what I did, whether from guilt, or resentment. Sampson was just going to have to bear with the pain.