I felt bad about the last chapter, so I had to put this up. I am aware that I have given away my element of suspense by posting multiple chapters at one time. But, hey, you don't HAVE to read them all at once! :D
XV. I gush, you gush, we all gush blood!
Corellia. It wasn't a very pretty place, to be honest. Especially when Bill started bleeding all over it.
"Can I please see a doctor?"
"Geesh, I give you a medpac, even though this is your own fault--"
"Hey! You shot me in the foot!"
Fett sighed, "Do we have to go through this again? It's your own fault if you're stupid enough to provoke me! Anyway, I give you a medpac, one which I had to PAY for out of my OWN bounty money, and now you're whining to see a DOCTOR? Show some gratitude, Bill. I can't be all 'give, give' and no receive! You have to work on this relationship too, you know, I can't just keep beating you without you demonstrating some gratitude!"
Bill stared at Fett in disbelief for a second. "You made a frinkin' 2 inch hole in my foot!"
"THAT is beside the point. But, if you must, here are 50 credits and the address of a good Corellian doctor. I expect to hear that you were there, Bill. I don't want you spending it on Corellian brandy. Your poor little system simply couldn't handle it, anyway."
"Erm, OK."
So, while Bill went off to see someone about the gaping hole in his foot, Fett searched all of Corellia for Maalox Max. To none of the readers' great surprise, I'm sure, he didn't end up finding any.
Aww, bummer. Sarlacc time for poor Bobie.
"You are gonna get SO eaten!" Bill laughed in mirth at Fett when they were back in the Fettmoblie.
"You wanna owe me another 50 credits?"
"No, sir, I'm sorry."
"Ah. I thought as much. Speaking of which, how is the foot doing?"
"It's kinda sore. But it stopped gushing blood, which the doctor said was good."
"It's a pity I wasted a blaster bolt on your foot, when I've obviously caused you so much pain."
"Boba! You do care!"
"YOUR LORDSHIP! And I do not care! It's just such a pity that I wasted a blaster bolt when I was obviously sick or something. Hitting you foot? I had terrible aim yesterday!"
"What were you aiming for, then?"
"Do you really want to know, or would you prefer to go on in a happy delusion, thinking that I actually want you alive?"
"Oh. Never mind."
"See, This is why I didn't bring it up earlier...."
There was silence in the Fettmobile.
"Soooo...where are we going?"
"Bill. (sigh) Do you really think I'm going to tell you?"
"No, not really."
"Then why do you bother asking?!"
"I be's bored-ed."
"Would you like me to shoot you again?"
Fett grinned maniacally, though, of course, Bill couldn't see it.
"Well...it would give me something to do..." He saw Fett's blaster raise. "But no, thanks! I can, uh, entertain myself. Yeah. Holotv?"
"Heck, why not. Judge Grudy is on station 5."
So Bill and Boba bonded over other people's problems while the ship hurtled towards a-location-that-the-author-does-not-wish-to-divulge-to-the-audience-but-save-it-for-maximum-surprise. NOT because she doesn't know.
I SWEAR!