Rolling over she felt her vision swim. With a few stumbling steps she made her way to the basin that wasn't too far from her cot. Soon the remains of her meal from the last time she had been awake decided to greet her. Coughing slightly after her stomach had emptied itself she caught site of the blood. Many explanations ran through her mind, injury, withdrawal of the drugs she had been so used to receiving. Not all of them had been a daily infusion. Running her head under the cold water of the faucet she felt the pounding of her head lessen until it was no more than an easily forgettable dull throbbing in the back of her mind. Knowing she wouldn't be able to contain food for a while she forced her pained body to do her rituals. Help the sick; tend to the wounded, everyday miracles.
'I'm losing it.' She thought not for the first time. For a week she had gone through the same routine. Tend to the three Goku begged her to. Avoid the two large ones when awake. She did not appreciate the groping of their beefy hands and would sooner grow her tail and hang herself with it than do what their eyes told her they wanted her to do. The third one never wakened, or if he did, not when she was awake. She slept more and more, feeling weaker with each passing day. Goku would be out soon, she would tell him of Chi-Chi and 18. He would leave and she would be alone. If she hadn't given up on thinking about it she might have cried, the thought of being alone was that depressing. 'Tears do nothing but make your eyes red and waste precious water.' She thought, thought as one who had often had to ration her food for unknown lengths of time. Checking to see that the bald man was indeed asleep she unwrapped the jagged gash that was on his arm. She winced slightly when she saw the swollen limb and the unnatural color it had turned. Preparing a needle she readied to operate. The needle would only dull the pain.
She pushed the needle into his commander's arm with a steady hand that bespoke years of experience. But just as she raised the scalpel he saw her eyes dilate, and he was sure that if her skin could change colors it would have been pale. She dropped the blade back to the pile of medical supplies and stumbled for the sink. He heard her empty her belly followed by much coughing. After a while it was quiet, the sound of running water followed and the smell of her bowl vanished. When she returned to his view he saw her shaking from the aftermath of her illness. But with a few breaths she was once again tending to the oldest surviving Sayain. As if nothing had happened. Over the course of the next hour he watched as she drained the puss from the enflamed arm until the blood ran red. She did all that could be done to prevent further infection. As she passed by him, to no doubt go to her cot, his arm shot out and his hand curled around her wrist. She looked to him wide eyed and resisted when he pulled her to the side of his bed. Once she was sitting on it he stopped pulling, but by no means let go of her.
"Why?" He croaked out, just then discovering that his voice was just above unusable.
"Don't speak, whoever was trying to choke you did a number on your throat. Consider yourself lucky that your vocal cords are still in tact, bruised at most. Why you're here or why I helped? For the first one it is because I saved your sorry ass. As for the second, you may thank the youngest of you four for that. I helped you because you were with him. Then because he asked me to." She was quiet a moment and he released her wrist. She made no movement to leave.
'She is the ugliest creature I have ever seen.' He thought, looking her over, but oddly she did not repulse him.
You're no catch yourself you know. She remarked, but what caught him off guard was that she had done so in his head. With a quick check he could see that she had done it through his top shielding. She had narrowed her eyes at him in a glare that would match his own. She gave a light curl of her lips and stood in one fluid motion and was soon on the other side of the room, out of his reach. "Remember Vegeta." She warned, using his name that he had no idea that she new of. "I am not going to put up with the shit you three have been giving me." Turning he watched her stride out of the room. Not hearing her fall to the floor in pain as she left his sight.
Her nerves burned and she knew that she was growing more ill with each passing hour. Screw the fact that she had no one to help her, she could only pray that her system would fight off whatever ailed her until Goku or one of the others was better. Then she could die or live or whatever. All she had to do was survive long enough to ensure her friends survival.
Well what do you all think? A little shorter but in the next one Goku gets out of the tank. Any suggestions to what people would like to see? I might put them in if I like them. Just place ideas in the reviews. THANTKYOU
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