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Chapter 5:Milly's POV
After Miss Meryl left she noticed that Mr. Knives had finally opened his eyes. His startling blue eyes were focused completely on her, a somewhat thoughtful look in them. It was the first time today he had come out of his mind long enough to even bother looking at her.

"Are you hungry Mr. Knives? I have some breakfast here for you, though it's probably not warm anymore." She asks him as he stares at her, for a little bit she is convinced that he is not going to answer, eventually though he does, his voice gravely.

"Yes," it's only a word but to it is full of anger and annoyance, most of which she is sure is self directed.

She nods, helping him to a sitting position before she grabs the tray with the covered bowl of eggs and hash-browns. Settling down next to him again, she offers him the fork full of food. It is slow going, feeding him like this because she is be extra careful not to spill any, she also doesn't want to give him too much too fast and cause him to choke.

When they are done, and he has eaten the last of his food, she inquires, "Do you want to lay back down Mr. Knives?"

Again it takes a few minutes before he answers. It is still full of frustration, "No."

She nods, cleaning everything up and taking it to the kitchen. When she got back he was staring out of the small window above Vash's bed on the other side of the room. "Would you like to go outside Mr. Knives?" she inquires softly.

He jerks his head around snarling at her but not answering. She takes it to mean no, he does not want to go outside. Sighing, she grabs the outfit he had been wearing and starts fixing it. Meryl had gone to work when it was time for her shift rather than stay at the house. She had also told Milly she would take her shift today. Milly was pretty certain she was doing that to avoid being in the house with Mr. Knives and in order to avoid thinking about Mr. Vash.

What a confused mess this is, she thinks are her fingers carefully hem the hole from the bullets. Mr. Knives is grumpy, stuck in bed, and probably in pain. He can't seem to decide whether he is happy to be helped or not. Miss Meryl is angry and sad, she wants answers, and wants to talk with Mr. Vash but can't seem to bring herself to be honest with him or open up about what's going on in her head. At the same time, she is happy because he is back. Mr. Vash is trying to act like his old self, but feels like he has to be on guard all of the time. Plus he keeps looking at Meryl like he is confused or wants to say something to Miss Meryl, but from what I can tell he has done neither.

Giving a shake of her head she breaks away from that train of thoughts thinking that it will do no good to consider. Those three will figure themselves out. After glancing at his silent and still angry looking profile, she decided it would be best not to try and speak with him right now so she starts to hum old lullabies. This seems to startle him because he whips his head around to stare at her as she does so. However, Milly being Milly is not bothered by his reaction because she barely notices so engrossed in her work.

"Don't hurt your neck," she tells him as she continues to sew.

After a while of silence she finishes her project and sets it aside. Once her hands are empty she is not sure what to do with herself, so she glances around again. This time when she glances at Knives she is struck by the difference between the brothers. Where Vash is golden blonde and sun-kissed, Knives is light in coloring almost bleached out as if he doesn't get enough sunlight. Had they stayed close she had a feeling it would be difficult to tell them apart, since their builds are almost the same.

"Why don't you like speaking out loud?" she eventually inquires as she wanders around the room.

She was taking Mr. Vash's warning to keep an eye on him literally, and not letting him out of her sight since Miss Meryl wasn't there to keep the eye on him. Though on consideration, perhaps letting Miss Meryl keep an eye on him wouldn't be a good idea. Both of them have a temper and that could lead to problems with healing. Hmmmm, perhaps I will keep this as mine to do, she thinks to herself while she waits to see if he is going to answer.

Again she could feel his eyes locking on her so she turns to face him, her own pale blue eyes catching with his electric ones. Sitting back down she just watches and waits, sure that this will be the best way to deal with him. He reminds her of second oldest brother, she thinks, he doesn't like to be rushed either and only wants to answer on his own time. That's alright, as long as he remembers to answer eventually.

She is ready to wait him out however when her stomach starts to growl she realizes that its way past lunch time. That puts her in the dilemma of how to deal with him. She is supposed to keep an eye on him, but its hard to do that if she is in the kitchen. Hm. Frustrating. Eventually she comes to the idea of taking him with her to the kitchen, but she is not sure where she is going to put him in there. After all he really shouldn't be up and about yet. Again she decides that is not going to work.

Sighing, she glances around again. Patience is fine, but she is annoyed that she forgot the food. Before she has a chance to say anything, she hears the front door and jumps up to go see who it is, luckily for her that does not mean she has to leave the room however since she can see it from the door of the bedroom.

Miss Meryl comes walking over to her, with a small bag in her hands. "Hey, I figured you might forget lunch, and since it is super time and my break time, I brought you some food."

Milly smiles widely at her, "Thanks Miss Meryl! Did you bring some for Mr. Knives too?"

Miss Meryl has a disgruntled look on her face but nods, handing her a second bag of food, "Well I got to get back, I will be back in a few hours, okay Milly?"

Still beaming, she replies, "Okay Miss Meryl."

Turning around she finds that Mr. Knives has shifted position a little. It looks like he has been trying to use his left arm because there is new blood seeping from the bandage on his shoulder.

"Really, you couldn't be patient enough to just let it heal a little more first?" She asks as she sets the food on the second bed and comes back over to where he is sitting. He scowls at her, and she knows that if he was uninjured she would be worried about it, but for right now she wasn't. "You're not a child you know, just have the patients to heal up rather than keep reinjuring yourself and making it take longer. Gezz, you two need to learn patience." The entire time she is lecturing him she is carefully unwrapping the bandaging in order to check and see how bad he had re-hurt his shoulder.

Once the bandage is off she is happy to note that it is only a small area that is re-damaged. Sighing, she re-cleans and wraps it before inquiring to whether he is hungry or not. However before he has a chance to answer his stomach gives a low growl which has her trying to contain her giggles. Smiling at him, she grabs his bag first and dinner goes much the same way as it had the night before only without him trying to be stubborn first.