Ch. 8- Who Waits Forever?

Three days of worrying.

Three unbearably long days.

And now she was screaming her head off at him.  Where did she get the energy?  He smirked through her entire tirade, satisfied just to see that she wasn't dead yet.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" She asked roughly, finally out of breath.

"Would you like something to eat?"

Shilo stamped her foot and tore out of the living room in a huff- in the direction of the kitchen, Graverobber was pleased to see.

He jumped off the couch and followed her path, watching her rummage around the kitchen.  "There should be an apple or two on the table," he pointed out.  She looked up to glare at him.

"I can see that," she growled.  However, she took one and threw the other his way.  He rubbed the fruit on his shirt, but contented himself with watching Shilo eat.  Quite amusing to see her tear at the little object with the ferocity of a lion.

"How's your head?"

She swallowed thickly before answering.  "Okay, I guess.  You've been changing the bandages?"

"Yeah."

"You can check the cut when you change them today then."

His brow lifted.  Very assuming of her.

"You object?"  Christ, suddenly she was a mind-reader too.

"Nah.  But I have been watching you almost non-stop for three days."

Shilo put the apple core down on the table, staring up at her benefactor.  "Ah, that's right.  I forgot.  Sorry for keeping you from your whores."

"So very judgmental." He tossed his apple back to her.  "They're people like you, kid.  Just desperate people looking for some relief."

Shilo's mouth twisted.  "Relief at someone else's expense," she muttered.

"There's always a price to pay, kid.  And there's always the Repo Man for some added incentive." She flinched at that.

"I guess you should go get some money, then." Her eyes never left the floor.

"I suppose.  Do you still want me to change your bandages?"

"No…I'll do that myself.  Thanks."

He bowed at the waist and turned, walking out of the house as if he owned it.

As if he had belonged there the whole time.

Shilo shook her head, then winced as the gash in her skull protested loudly.  She was being stupid again.  She delicately patted the skin around it, trying to force the pain into submission.

It was going to be a long night again.