Kelly walked into her pitch black flat and instantly went to check on her guest. She grabbed the door frame of the guest room and swung into the dark room easily. Her enhanced eyes instantly noticed that Riddick was restless; his hands were balled into fists and a light sweat had broken out on his body. She walked over and looked down at him as slight worry began blossoming in her chest. He was sick, not wounded but sick. She could smell and feel the fever in him as she looked down at the patch on his right shoulder. 103.7.
"Crap," she muttered. Kelly had hoped that he wouldn't take fever, but some of his wounds were pretty infected when she'd found him. She treated them the best she could using pure alcohol in an effort to burn out the infection, but it hadn't worked. She reach out and grabbed his arm pulling him out of bed and over her shoulder in one fluid motion. Thank god he was still out cold from the pain killers. She walked across the hall into the bathroom grateful it was close; Riddick was a heavy bastard. She set him down in the tub as gently as she could and sat on his chest. What she was about to do was going to wake him up…violently, and she didn't need him thrashing around reopening his wounds. Kelly took a deep breath knowing she was going to bleed before the night's end, and reached around turning the water on.
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Riddick roared as cold water hit him. He tried to sit up only to find that something was sitting on top of him…someone was sitting on him holding his shoulders down. He swung his arm around and hit the person in the side of their head. He heard and felt their head snap sideways but they still wouldn't move. He hit them again and heard a solid thump and the tinkle of glass hitting the ground as their head slammed into something, but he still could move to get out from under the onslaught of cold water. He opened his eyes as he slammed his fist into their head again. His eyes took a moment to focus as he hit them again letting out another wordless bellow. He smelled blood and instantly focused on the person on top of him.
A very annoyed Kelly sat on his chest with her hands holding shoulders down. She was soaking wet and glaring down at him with her milky eyes.
"Would you stop hitting me you ogre?" she snarled, "Your too hot. You will die if you don't cool down." Riddick instantly froze as she glared down at him. "I'm going to get up now and if you start thrashing around I'll just let you bleed out you bastard," she informed him in a tone that told him she wasn't lying. Riddick's muscles tensed painfully as she stood up and water drenched his entire body with out her shielding him from it anymore. Instead she stood over him to the side as the water streamed from the jets in the ceiling strait down onto both of them. Riddick realized as he focused on the ceiling trying to relax his body that her shower was rigged with jets on the ceiling so that the water fell like rain, and that the tub was enormous. Kelly wasn't out of it she was merely standing by his side.
After a few minutes she turned off the water and stepped over him. Riddick now very conscious and curious looked over and saw that she was pulling a fluffy green towel from the rack. He also noticed that the glass in the shower door had been shattered and blood tinged the shards remaining in the frame. His eyes flew up and saw that the left side of Kelly's face was covered in blood. She stood over him soaking wet with her clothes clinging to her…well her everything. He noticed (in true Riddick fashion) that her breasts were a little on the large side and every muscle of her stomach was perfectly formed. Her pretty face was pissed as she dropped down beside him and pulled his arm over her shoulders. She practically lifted him onto his feet and shoved the towel into his chest while supporting him Riddick instantly took it drying himself off as best he could with one arm. The pain that had been numbed by the water was creeping back into his muscles and he dropped the towel after he was done.
Kelly wordlessly helped him out of the bathtub and across the hall to the bed. He laid down and watched as she wrung out her hair as best she could and peeled her shirt off. Riddick made a soft chocking sound staring at her. Normally he'd have made some obscene comment but her expression as she looked down at him was lethal.
"Speak and die," she snarled as she wiped some of the blood off her face with her shirt before throwing it into the hall with a soft thump. She walked over and began pulling his wet bandages off and throwing them carelessly on the nightstand. She wasn't being all that gentle either. Riddick clenched his teeth as she started cleaning the wounds and tried like hell to focus on something else.
And Kelly was the perfect distraction…well parts of her anyway. Riddick noticed she had a red/orange dragon tattooed on her right breast and he could see the top of a black rose peeking out from under her waistband on her left hip. He watched her muscle's flex under her pale skin and her breasts were all but spilling out of her crimson bra. Over all he was quiet enjoying himself until Kelly noticed where his attention was directed and dug a thumb into one of his wounds.
"Fucking pervert. Enjoying the view are you? What the fuck was I thinking saving your ass? I should have just put a shiv in your throat and been done with your sorry ass!" she ranted as she stormed out of the room. Riddick watched her go and smirked slightly.
"A woman after my own heart," he laughed softly, "I hate to watch her go but I love to watch her walk away."