Puppet {ManxMan}

CHAPTER 9

After successfully grossing out everyone and likely infecting Kailas with some weird disease with my vomit, Arthur forced me to lay back down. I felt like a child with the way they ran around trying to clean everything and get me medicine, and I couldn't bring myself to tell them what had happened. Kailas didn't leave my side, and it was kind of disgusting since he was still wearing that shirt. Arthur had to slap him a few times to get him to leave to take a shower.

I officially hated it there, I felt so pathetic, finally alone and curled up on my side facing away from the door, all the covers pulled up over my head because I didn't want anyone to see my ridiculous existence. Of course I was also glaring heatedly at the underside of the blankets, expecting a hole to burn so I could peer outside into the infirmary.

For a moment I wondered why there was only one bed, why I never saw Arthur helping other idiot injured people, then it hit me that this was probably a private room. Why would they let the crazy assassin near any of their other injured and sick patients? That would be a dumb idea. Bottom line, I got my own room. Yay.

I must have fallen asleep at some point, because when I woke up the lights were dimmed and the covers were pulled back so my head wasn't covered and I couldn't accidentally suffocate myself. I listened closely for a while, managing to pick out quiet voices coming from the door, apprehensive and concerned.

"I don't know about this," Arthur said softly, sounding incredibly worried, but a laugh followed his statement, and an entirely new voice spoke, though it sounded somewhat familiar.

"I'll be fine, Arty. It's just a quick drive by. We're lucky Florian gave us this information, we need to take advantage of it."

"But why would anything be there at all?" Arthur demanded, "It's just a warehouse, we've never held meetings there before Tobias showed up. Why would-?"

"We're just doing a follow up," the same voice soothed, "I promise nothing bad is going to happen."

"What about Beth?"

"She'll be fine here; she's got the animals to look after. Besides, she's almost seventeen, she can take care of herself."

At the mention of Arthur's little sister, I realized who else was there, Ian, Arthur's older brother. It was late, but it sounded like he was going somewhere, potentially dangerous if Arthur's voice was any indicator. I remained quiet and still as they continued to talk and argue in whispers.

"Can't someone else go?" Arthur pleaded, and Ian sighed.

"I'm the best we have and you know it, kiddo. Hell we might not find anything, but we need to do a follow up anyway, it's how we work."

"I'd rather Mal go with you... or Cass."

"Neither can do that. Cass doesn't want to be too far from Demi right now, and Mr. Marshmallow is injured."

"Great," Arthur grumbled, "You're calling him that too."

"It's hilarious and completely true, he's just a big marshmallow."

"He's literally a truck."

"And you're a piece of white chocolate."

"Dear God please stop."

"Together you are s'mores."

"I swear to the gods you need to stop spending so much time with Cass! He's rotting your brain!"

"He's my sparring partner, who else am I supposed to beat up on a daily basis?"

Arthur just sighed heavily, "You're my older brother, you should be concerned over the fact I married someone like Malachi, not happy about it. What happened to tying up everyone I date and interrogating them?"