Battle Born Vagabond Prequel

Chapter 16: New World: Malone: July 12, 4996

  Oh, I have truly bit the big one here. Going on a mission I was not ready for, I just wanted to get those few extra points. Is there really a problem with this? Apparently so. I am now a prisoner of war. Fighting people who are underfunded less than 1% of the population than what we had. It should have been easy. Even with them living in man-made caves. I should have been able to stomp around a bit destroy their homes and trapping them inside. Nope. Now my spine hurts so much. It's actually difficult to move. Everything is so painful.

Dorian has put me in a room of a single woman named Bailey. Bailey was very surprised when she returned from getting berries and some veggies from the community garden and found Dorian standing at her doorway. "You have been elected to take care of the captured soldier Andrew, he is your child for now until he can help you. We choose you because you have the personality to match what we need to be stern and strict when he needs it, you are very brutally honest and don't take shit from nobody. You were suggested by Tara being her best friend. You are also very attractive and I want him to have a pleasant time here so he wants to help. Not as a slave but adapting him into our lifestyle. I also know you have the power of your telepathy being affected by distance as much. I took the liberty of getting him comfortable in your bed. Right now he can't move much at all. So feeding him, bathing him, changing his bedding when he urinates or defecates and physical therapy will all be your responsibility. For the first week, he won't have physical therapy he can pretty much only lay there on his back. Next week start physical therapy with him. In 2 weeks you can start leaving him alone. By week 3 he should be able to go to the bathroom by himself. And recovered completely or mostly after week 4. If you kick him out after that, that's up to you. For now, enjoy having a man in uniform in your house. Have a good day." 

She blocks his way with her arm in front of his face with a stern face and slaps him with a potato with her left hand in full view of me. "How dare you! You really think that I'm so lonely as I can't get a man by myself that you give me one like a gift. How dare you?! I am a strong independent woman! This man is broken and I just have to fix him, oh am I the one to fix all problems? This is a 4-week commitment! Why did you think I would just accept this? Fix your own fucking problems!" 

Dorian just pushes at her elbow forcing it to bend, "Have a good day Bailey enjoy your new soldier. I have a war to plan."

So now here I am just lying on a bed of hay surrounded by rocks. With a woman who absolutely hates that a soldier was quartered with her without her knowledge or consent. I'm a guest in her home and it's not my choice either. Marie just kept touching me when her dad got more than 5 meters ahead of her and suddenly we would be right behind him. I had no say in where I was going.

Bailey walks to me and just inserts her thoughts directly into my head, "so Andrew. What do you think about being forced to live with me?" 

"I don't know who you are but I've had roommates before and I used to bunk with a nurse."

"I guarantee I'm going to do things differently."

"Like what princess?" 

"Oh, I can already tell I don't like you. I'm going to leave you alone as much as possible. I'm also making myself another bed since you can't move. Not even to go to the bathroom. That's disgusting. But I used to have a child, she died when she got picked up by a bird. So it's nothing I haven't done before. So you won't starve. And you're not going to be defecating or pissing all over the place. I made something with my daughter that I made her wear over her crotch. But yours will be where you will just tell me when you need it changed. But when you start moving I want you to do it yourself. I don't want to change your hay every couple hours that would royally piss me off. And you don't want to piss me off!"

"You're not pissed off? Then you must just be a total bitch."

"Stop the shit, you're not cute."

"I think I'm adorable." And give her a big smile she is so pretty I can't believe it.

She turns her back to me, "I'm going to be making dinner vegetable and dog soup. If you don't like it, you don't eat. Don't shit anywhere I'm going to go get twigs so I can make a fire."

"I'll treasure every moment you're gone. Why don't you have cow meat, it's so good."

"Fuck you. And what the fuck is a cow?"

"That's right fuck me."

She walks away very quickly in a huff. So I'm left here alone. She is going to be difficult to get along with. Four weeks of her bullshit. I take a little nap while she is not here.
I wake up to her slapping me repeatedly. I want to strangle her but I can't move my fucking arms!

"Food, open up." As she is shoving 2 wood sticks holding the food together over a stone that looks like it was molded from a large egg. She managed to make it pretty good it smelled good. So I opened up. "Wider"

"I can't, this is all I got."

"Ok, gimme a minute." She walks over and there's a stone tablet on the ground. She squats next to it and puts the liquid from the soup back in the large pot. And then she puts the food on the tablet on the ground. And she starts taking it apart piece by piece burning herself repeatedly she was getting kinda mad at that. But as she went on I could see her getting faster about it because it was cooling down no longer in the broth. She gets broth back into the bowl and puts the ingredients back in. "open"

"you didn't have to-" she shoves food in my mouth "do that." 

"don't talk with your mouth full, I detest that." I nod. "Can you chew?" 

I nod again. I think to her "difficult to chew. After you slapped me hard as fuck." 

"ok, I won't do that again, liquid diet this time." 

"ok. It's good by the way." She walks away and dumps the whole the whole thing and gets a second bowl. 

"You're not going to starve. I already told you that." As she starts getting mostly liquid in this bowl. The solids she uses the sticks pressing the food between them and moves them to the other bowl. 

"What's the 2nd bowl for?" 

"I don't have a way to sift food from broth, this is the best I can do." 

"I know you're trying, I know I'm invading, I'm sorry." 

"This is going to be very painful for you but I'm going to put you up in the corner so I don't drown you." 

"I understand but can I suggest something?" 

"I'm not going to ride you as I feed you. I can see you lusting for me already. And I say no. Absolutely not!" 

"Shut up and listen bitch." She crosses her arms; she didn't like that at all.  

"Those bowls. If you put a small hole through the bottom you can sift liquid from it, from broth to water to anything else. It will help me long-term if you do it that way." 

"I can do that but you got to stop trying to piss me off. That shit is getting old." She comes to me and is not gentle at all when she moves me into the corner feet from where I was I get to see her place for the first time. A fireplace with a chimney that goes up. A square room that is about 3 meters by 5 meters. Most of the space is for sleeping or cooking. And a small pit that she has food in. She comes to me and I open my mouth best I can and she puts the bowl up to my mouth and tips it back I get some broth and she puts it down. Not a thought in our heads. She just keeps eye contact with me the entire time until the broth in the bowl is gone and she puts me back down in my sleeping pit gently where I don't even try to resist yelling in pain. The meanest woman I've ever met is being nice to me. And it's just an odd thing to comprehend.