The cold of the porcelain did little to stop the heat that poured from her face. She had been in the bathroom for God knows how long and when she thought she had emptied her stomach of everything she was once again proved wrong. He came in once when she first started which was yesterday and watched her drain her stomach and when she looked up at him he had a smirk on his face. If she would have had the energy she would have yelled at him but she was too drained.

It's been three day's since her last spike and these were just the beginnings of her withdraws. As she lay with her head on the toilet she heard him open the bathroom door but all her energy was gone and she couldn't even turn to look at him. She felt his eyes on her and could almost hear him smiling at her as he watched her suffer. With her eyes closed from exhaustion she summoned up enough strength to speak. It came out in a hoarse whisper and her throat felt as if it would tear in two. "I hate you." After saying them she was so exhausted that she fell back against the wall.

"I know."

He left her there alone again as she sat slumped between the toilet and wall. Suddenly a thought came to her and it almost made her bolt upright. Almost. 'Why does he care if I do that shit or not? I mean he's not exactly a world class sympathizer. What does he need me for?' She continued to sit there for what seemed like hours just staring at the bathroom door and wondering what he wanted. After hours of sitting she finally summoned up enough courage to crawl into the bedroom and onto the bed. Sleep, however, did not follow.

He heard he move from the bathroom to the bedroom and then he heard her body land hard on the bed. He smiled, the kid was tough. She'd been in that bathroom for 16 hours puking her guts out and somehow she managed to pull herself into bed. Now here comes the fun part.

She tried to sleep, she begged her body to fall into deep slumber before the worst happened but it didn't comply. It started out as a slight twitch of her leg muscles. Then her arms jerked and shuddered. Suddenly her whole body relaxed and she thought it was over, thought that was all that would happen. As swiftly as her body relaxed she felt every muscle tighten. Her calve muscles clenched into a giant ball, her biceps wound tightly against her bones, and her back muscles flexed so hard she was sure they would break her spine. Pain ripped through every fiber of her being and she cried out. She screamed in agony and what felt like death. She tried to straighten her body, tried to loosen her taught muscles but the slightest movement sent more pain pulsing through her. Her eyes were wide with pain, she tried to shut them, wanted to squeeze them tight but she couldn't. Slowly she felt her body loosen. Slowly it relaxed and let her return to normal. A loud groan escaped her as the last of her pain melted away. Her mind screamed for her to get up, to walk around. She needed to stretch her muscles before the next wave set in. If she stretched them it wouldn't be as bad. All she had to do was get up but she couldn't. She couldn't even roll her head when she heard the door open. She was too exhausted to scream obstinacies at him, too exhausted to fight him, and too exhausted to stay conscious.

He heard her scream in pain and knew the dehydration had set in. You don't puke for 16 hours and walk away like nothing happened. Her body was screaming at her for water. It revolted against her when she refused to give it what it wanted and now it would punish her. He ignored her and went back to staring out at space. He checked his coordinates once again and then set the auto pilot. He needed to nap, to restore some of the energy he had expelled in the last couple days but when he heard her groan he snapped his head in her direction. It wasn't a painful groan or a groan of self pity. It was something else, a groan of accomplishment. He walked into the bedroom and stared at her. She was lying in the fetal position with her head facing him but she didn't look up. He knew she wanted to look at him, wanted to cuss him with every breath she had but she was too exhausted. He smiled knowing that once she got her strength back he would have to be on his guard.

She woke up hours later. She didn't know how long she had been out but she knew it was a long time. Her head was pounding and her whole body ached. She continued to lay there until she was sure she could sit up. Her vision blurred and pain seared through her skull at the sudden change of position but she waited for it to pass. Slowly she got up and wobbled into the tiny bathroom and ran cold water into the sink. She cupped the water and brought it to her cracked lips in handfuls. She gulped it down loving its cool caress against her burning throat. When she had her fill she felt a little better. She thought it was actually over, that she wouldn't have to suffer anymore but her hope faded when she felt her legs give out. She landed on her hands and knees in front of the door. She knew what was coming and tried to make it out into the bedroom where she wouldn't be in such confined spaces but it was too late. He body twitched and seized as her eyes rolled back into her head.

When she woke up she was laying in the floor of the bedroom with pillows around her body. She stayed still for a few moments getting her bearings before she sat up slowly. Her body was still sore and her head hurt but not as bad as it had before. She rubbed her palms into her eyes and looked around. It was dark so she knew he must be there watching her. "Can you turn the fucking lights on so I can see?" Her voice was low and husky.

"Lights, 20 percent." His voice was low.

Even thought the light was low it still caused her eyes to throb. She squinted them for a few seconds till they were used to it and then she turned her attention towards him. He was sitting on the bed with her shiv in his hand sharpening it. His silver orbs flashed at her and she saw an evil smile cover his lips.

"What?"

"You look like you just got hit by a ton of bricks doll." He smiled and sniffed the air. "And you smell like shit."

She growled at him and pushed herself up on her heels only to come back down again hard on her ass. She heard him chuckle and it only made her more determined to stand. Rolling over onto her stomach she pushed herself up on her hands and knees. She paused for a second letting her body adjust and then she pushed herself up off the floor. Her body swayed a little before she was confident it wouldn't give out on her. She turned and smirked at him. "If you'd leave so I could get undressed I would take a shower."

He tilted his head and then stood up in front of her. "Maybe I'll stay and watch." He smiled. "You might need me to wash your back."

She sighed and pulled her shirt off over her head. He didn't look surprised but she heard a slight hitch in his breathing. "I'm not in the mood nor do I have the strength to fight with you Riddick so if you wanna watch my smelly ass while I undress that's your problem." She started to unbutton her pants and then she heard him walk out of the room shutting the door behind him. She let out a ragged breath and then had to hold herself against the wall before she fell. She was terrified that he would see through the tough barrier she put up and stay. If he hadn't of walked out just then she would have collapsed at his feet in fear.

After a very long, hot shower she made her way down the dark hall and into the kitchen. The lights were on low and she saw him leaned with his back against the wall and his feet on the table. He was drinking something, she didn't know what. She looked around the kitchen in search of something. Her stomach growled loudly and she realized she had been without food for a very, very long time.

"There's a food replicator in the corner but if I were you I'd stick with something light. Let your stomach get used to having food in it before you stuffed yourself." He said it without any emotion in his voice and went back to drinking whatever was in his cup.

She didn't answer him she just grabbed a packet of instant mush and threw it in a bowl with some hot water. It was bland tasting but it eased her hunger pains and didn't upset her stomach. She sat across from him for a long while just staring at him. She realized that he was drinking tea after a faint smell of cinnamon filled the room. She opted, however, for water. She needed to gain her strength back and lots of water would defiantly help.

He watched her eat the mush she mixed up and he laughed to himself when she downed almost three glasses of water in a matter of seconds. He was glad she was eating light and drinking plenty of fluids. If she kept this up she'd have her strength back in no time and he could get on with his plan. He furrowed his brow as he thought of what he was about to do. Any one else would feel sorry for her, anyone else would try to help her, but he wasn't anyone else. He was Richard B. Riddick, escaped convict and murderer.

Her voice came out cracked and strained and she jumped a little when she heard herself speak. "So, how long have I been inebriated?"

He tilted his head and looked at her.

She smiled. "Excuse me; I forgot you're an idiot. How long have I been laid up?"

He growled at her and took another sip of tea. "About a week."

Her eyes grew huge. "A week? I thought you were taking me to Kildare and that was only three days away."

"Plans changed."