Perhaps We'll Meet Another Day

Hostile Takeover

For a few days, Lexi remained in the infirmary to rest and recover her strength. Although, Law was thankfully overemphasizing just how severe her wounds were in an effort to extend the amount of time Margaret would be forced to let her stay. He didn't tell Lexi this, but he had a sneaking suspicion she knew exactly what was going on. Technically, he'd be able to take the stitches from her gunshot wound out later that same day or possibly tomorrow, but he told her she still had another week to go. Margaret trusted his 'doctor's intuition,' but Lexi was medically trained as well. Granted, the brunette never brought up the fact he was lying, but she was smart enough to figure out what he was doing.

Tara seemed to pop in at random moments when she was supposed to be away at dinner or lunch, as if to be sure Law wasn't verbally abusing the poor woman. After that first time of seeing Lexi cry, the redhead didn't seem to trust him around his own patients. Huh. Maybe he'd overdone it the first time.

Margaret had visited the brunette a few times, asking questions when it seemed appropriate. She still seemed reluctant to press the issue further than what was necessary, as if fearing the brunette would break down and cry with the slightest provocation. After the first few days, both Law and Lexi agreed that it would be realistic if she began to tell bits and pieces of information as she slowly warmed up to the new camp, eventually gaining small amounts of trust in those helping her. Any pieces involving what actually happened to her there were omitted, which he understood, but she did give them some insight into who these people actually were.

The most important question was, where were they and how far away was their encampment? However, seeing as Lexi was brought away from where she'd escaped to while unconscious, there was no possible way for her to know where the hell she even was in relation to the other group's camp. Judging distance while running for your life normally was obviously a fairly low priority anyways. So, there was a big blank space in their knowledge of this obviously dangerous and hostile group, with no way of filling it in without intentionally scouting them out. Not to mention, doing so might cause more problems than simply leaving them alone. What a predicament.

Nonetheless, Margaret would always thank her for whatever information she could tell before the black-haired woman would leave, looking decidedly more frustrated and worried each time. Law knew Margaret wondered if they were in actual danger keeping Lexi here, allowing her to get back to full health. Just how serious were these people at finding her, and what lengths would they be willing to go to do so?

It was during one of those times when Margaret came to visit Lexi that Margaret sighed before leaving, gesturing for Law to follow her out. This was strange, since she'd taken a great effort in limiting their time spent in the same room since their little field trip. Something Law was not averse to, to be quite frank. Figuring it was a discussion of some importance, Law did so. Something was obviously on the camp leader's mind, and he'd be lying if he tried to deny his curiosity.

The metal door clanked shut behind him as he followed after her. Margaret led them between the gaps of the infirmary trailer and the one beside it, leaning against the metal wall with a frustrated and worried expression. They were vaguely shielded from view to most of the camp, though there were few people wandering about outside anyways. This time of day most were off doing their jobs to keep the camp fed and safe.

"I want the truth from you, nothing less." The black-haired woman suddenly blurted out, staring hard at the doctor with a look he couldn't quite read. Suspicion? Anger? No, neither of those. "Lexi. Is she trustworthy?"

Law frowned, struck for a moment that perhaps she'd somehow found out about their previous acquaintance. Had Shashi and Penguin let it slip? Or perhaps he'd let on that he knew more than he was letting on? Dammit. Making things worse hadn't been his intention at all.