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Disclaimer:THe song, "Brandy" does not belong to me.

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For the next two days, I watched over the man. Doc Fairbanks came in two or three times to see if the stranger had woken up, and each time left disapointed.

Saturday afternoon, I turned my back for a moment to look out the window. It was such a lovely day, unlike the dismal one a few days ago, when the unknown sailor had come to us.

When I turned back around, he seemed to still be sleeping, and I decided to leave after checking his bruises. As I started to check his left arm, he grabbed me suddenly. I yelped and searched hopelessly for my gun; I realized to late that I had layed it on the table at the end of the bed.

"Who are you?" He demanded quietly. I struggled to get away, but his grip was strong.

"My name is Brandy, sir. I work here at the tavern." I said quickly, and he let me go.

"Brandy, eh?" He snorted. "Speakin' of which, ya' got anything to drink around here?" He let go of me, and I stumbled, trying to regain my balance.

"I...I'll go check." I replied. He nodded, and I hurried downstairs.

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"Woah, what's the rush?" The boss asked, as I grabbed a bottle of whisky and practically ran back towards the stairs.

"He's awake, Mr. Rend!" I said quickly. "He wants something to drink." I ran up the stairs, and Mr. Rend yelled out that someone ought to get Doc Fairbanks.

"Back already? You're pretty fast." The paitent asked, as I handed him the bottle.

"A girl has to move fast to work here." I replied. He looked at me and grinned, taking a drink. A few silent moments passed.

"What are you doing?" I turned to see Doc Fairbanks in the doorway. "A man in your condition shouldn't be drinking." He walked across the floor and wrestled the whisky out the stranger's hand. "Now..."

A volly of questions followed. Doc asked who the man was (Erick Mecor), how he felt (just fine, although he'd feel better if he had his whisky back), and so on.

"Well, you seem alright." Doc said finally. "Just a week of rest ought to do it. And no alcohol of any kind, you understand?" Erick nodded solemnly, giving me a sly wink when the doctor had turned his back.

"I'll make sure of that, sir." I said, trying to fight my smile. The doctor took one look at me, humphed, and left. I broke down laughing, and handed Erick his bottle of whisky once again.

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Sorry it took so long to finally get this chapter up. Please r&r.