Perhaps We'll Meet Another Day

Bite The Dust

Things had fallen into a sort of routine for Law and his companions. The day after deciding to stay, Law informed Margaret, who had woken up looking a little worse for wear, that he would be staying separate Shachi and Penguin from then on, requesting to remain in the guest 'suite.' She'd raised a surprised brow at that, asking why he didn't want to remain together with his friends, but Law refused to disclose the reason why, casually replying that it was his decision and for the best. Reluctantly, she agreed that he could stay there temporarily until they had need of it again, though he could feel her curious glances in his direction the rest of that day. For the most part, he ignored them.

Immediately, Shachi and Penguin reported to her for their new trailer assignment, and were shown to one further down the way to an empty vehicle. There weren't many unoccupied trailers to choose from, having only two empty ones left for housing, but they seemed content with their new accommodations, marveling at how comfy the beds looked for a zombie apocalypse.

After they'd moved their belongings and gotten settled, they reported to Margaret for their tasks for the day. Law hung back and waited until they were instructed what to do, running off to find the other repairmen, before he approached the woman in charge.

"I'll head over to the infirmary now, if you'd like." He offered, and she nodded, wincing slightly at the apparent headache that still pained her.

"I already let Tara know you'll be staying, but there is something else." Law had began to turn away, but stopped and returned when she continued. "I'd like you to teach her the more advanced stuff. She's doing the best she can with what she knows, but as you so kindly pointed out to her the other day," she gave him a pointed look, to which he refused to appear ashamed, "that may not be enough for the group's needs. We'd be a hell of a lot better off if we had two trained doctors around."

"Hmm." Was all Law said in way of his objections. He didn't particularly fancy the thought of having to teach the redhead. It all seemed trivial, anyways. Had she been a more eager or willing student, someone who'd actually chosen the medical field as their subject of study, rather than being thrust into the position, he'd had been a bit more enthusiastic about the arrangement. He found that students who were more inclined to want to learn the material were more likely to retain it and use it correctly.

Margaret sighed deeply, and shook her head. "Look, I get that you two may not get along at first. Just...think of it as an investment. Tara will know how to more easily help you treat wounds if she knows what she's actually doing."

Law didn't really have an argument to that, considering the brunt of Tara's annoyingness was her obvious ignorance of most everything medical. This seemed like the best remedy for it. That didn't mean he had to like actually working to get her to the point of adequacy.

So, with an indifferent shrug, he nodded. "Very well."

"Great." She smiled gratefully, as if she'd expected him to refuse. That made him pause. A leader who felt her people would outright disregard an order? How strange. "You can head on over and start working with her. I'd like you to be present in the infirmary during most of the day, just so people know you're available. You'll have a break for lunch and dinner, but seeing as you never know when things might happen-"

"I'll be on call." He guessed, already familiar with how emergencies worked and the unpredictable hours a doctor would sometime have.

"Right. Sounds like you know the drill." The black-haired woman nodded, cheeks flushing. She must have realized she was talking to a certified doctor, who already knew the way things were. "Anyways, I'll let you get to it." Forgetting one last thing, she grabbed Law's shoulder before he could walk away. "Oh, and...about what happened last night...I'd like to keep it just...between you and me, alright?"