At The Precipice Of Something New

Something Signalled

The Commonwealth
May the 10th, 2289
5:37

The pain from his wounds still dull and throbbing, knowing, at least, he was going to be perfectly fine and the bullet fragments had been safely removed by his landlord and his wounds stitched up, motherly disapproval in her voice whilst she had worked, was more than enough to satisfy Robert Joseph MacCready.

To little surprise, Cait had gotten a little too excited telling everyone about how much she loved Rowdy's AR-18. Nearly the second they passed through the gates into Goodneighbour, the former cage fighter had all but ran to Kill Or Be Killed, throwing open the door and babbling to Kleo about getting her hands on an AR-18 of her own. To much surprise, Kleo decided to give it to her for free after hearing what Cait had done with Rowdy's. Where Cait and, soon after, Vadim had left shortly after they, Piper, and MacCready had made it back to Goodneighbour, presumably to brag to the patrons of the Dugout Inn and show off their 'spoils of war,' Piper had stayed with him and dragged him into his landlord's store. After all but begging her not to wake up Annette and not feeling up to dragging himself to Amari after several hours of walking back to the eccentric town, Daisy had agreed to fix his wounds herself. Feeling more sore than in pain, about an hour since she had finished removing the bullet fragments one by one, disinfecting his wounds, and stitching them up, MacCready nervously looked between her and Piper as the two women talked. When they both paused and turned to him, he sighed.

"Look, they needed to be dealt with," MacCready said, taking off his hat and rubbing at his head. "They tried to kill my son, nearly killed my...I couldn't let it stand. They would have come after me again."

"Well, if they ain't going to bother you again, then that's good news," Daisy said, glancing out the window at the first hints at sunlight slipping through. "But you should have been more careful. You don't usually get yourself hurt real bad when you go out, Bobby, and you've done some pretty dangerous jobs both when you worked for them and now you work for yourself and Hancock."

"Don't remind me," MacCready muttered. "It feels shitty enough."

Piper snickered. "Careful, you're going to start swearing in front of your son soon."

"Shut up, Piper," MacCready half heartedly replied. "I got shot several times, I think I've earnt the opportunity to swear."

"You've got that nailed down," Daisy hummed. "Speaking of Duncan, he should probably still be sleeping, unless the boy went to sleep real early last night."

"Good," MacCready said, pushing himself off the couch towards the back of her store and slowly standing up. "I'm going to check on him. Don't cause trouble."

"Can't promise," Piper cheerfully teased.

"I'll come by to see how you're feeling a little later," Daisy told him. "If you're still feeling like shit, I will make you go see Amari."

MacCready sighed. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that."

Hobbling his way across the room and to the stairs up to the apartments, MacCready set his hat back on his head and tiredly rubbed at his eyes, exhaustion starting to gnaw at him. One step, then another, and another. Maybe there really is something to the thing about adrenaline making things easier to push through. He fumbled with his jacket pockets, struggling for a minute to find his key. For a few seconds, he closed his eyes and leaned against the doorway into his apartment. Finally, he shoved the key into the door and clicked the lock open, trying to be as quiet as possible when he opened the door, not wanting to wake his son. He let out a sigh of relief when he didn't see anything off about the apartment, and tried to close the door as quietly and carefully as he had opened it. Dropping his key back into his jacket pocket, he leaned back against the wall for a few minutes, closing his eyes again. Finally, he slowly unzipped and took off his combat boots one by one, nearly falling over halfway through the process. It was when he got a light whiff of coffee from the kitchen that he startled, before smiling and making his way across the apartment to the kitchen.