Chapter 95
"Did Naboo tell you to do this?"
"Do what?"
"Guard me constantly."
"I'm not guarding you."
"What would you call it then?"
"Keeping an eye on you."
"Guarding me."
"You're injured."
"I'm fine."
"You're not."
"I am. So why are you doing it?"
"Naboo told me to."
"I thought you said he was angry?"
"He is. That doesn't mean he doesn't care."
"But he was angry."
"He is. He's calmed down a bit now. He's stopped throwing things. He's just sitting there now. Not doing anything. Just sitting."
"I should talk to him."
"You don't have to."
"I do, though." We look at each other for a moment before he speaks.
"Yeah, you do." He says quietly.
"Well, you'll have to let me get up, then."
"You shouldn't, you've been hurt."
"Get him to come in here, then."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I'll have to sooner or later, so I might as well get it over and done with." He looks at me, his expression grim, then leaves the room.
I have no idea what I'm going to say to Naboo. He'll be angry, I know. He'll want to know what happened. He'll want to know why I left, why I went there, why I threw the first punch. And I'll have to tell him.