Uzdrowię cię moją miłością (I will heal you with my love)

What Quill Knows

It had been two days since I moved in with Charlie and, after we stopped the alien plant thing, it had been quite peaceful. Most of our time was spent up stair and Quill seemed to avoid Charlie and me whenever she could.

Charlie was lying on our bed doing something on his phone, he'd been letting my use his PC so I could get my work done. It how I spent a lot of my time at the moment, I had lost the best part of a terms worth of work, so it was like starting from scratch.

I feel I light tap on my shoulder, I hadn't realised Charlie had move from his place on the bed. I jumped slightly, half from pain, the other from fear. "Sorry." Charlie said smiling apologetically. "Do you want a drink or anything?" I smile at him and nod.

"I'll go, I need to take a break. I've been sitting too long again." I avert my eyes for a second. "I'm still a bit achy." I almost whisper. Charlie lifts my head to look at him.

"Maybe you should lie down, I'll get whatever you need." I smile at his caring nature but I've already put him out so much. I guess I want to earn my keep.

"No, no you lie down, what do you want?" I ask nudging him towards the bed.

"If you're sure can you get me a cuppa please?"

"Yes I'm sure, I need to walk for abit, milk, one sugar?" He nods at me and heads back to our bed. 

I make my way down to the kitchen, taking the glasses and plate from earlier down. I've just got to the bottom of the stairs when my foot slips and I spent the plates and cups flying into the air. I'd managed to hit the banister on the way down, which aggravated the bruises on my back. 

Whilst I'm getting myself back up Miss Quill emerges from her room. "You can't even make it down one flight of stair." She walks over and starts picking up some of the broken crockery.

"Sorry, I slipped." I join her in cleaning up my mess.

"You should of just left it for me, like Charles does, at least we'd have some plates left that way." 

"You shouldn't have to tidy up our mess, I don't know why you do really." 

"It's this thing, in my head remember, I have to serve Charles and as he's not used to doing anything for himself, I do it."

"Fuck!" I'd picked up a bit of glass and it sliced into my hand, like I don't have enough to deal with. Quill rolls her eyes and picks me up of the floor.

"Sit down." She orders as she goes looking in one of the draws. She comes back with some bandages and a couple of painkillers. "I'm going to need your hand." I'd been holding it to my chest before but gave it to her when she said. 

Quill cleans my wound and bandages it up. "Thanks... er you didn't have to though, It would have been fine." She looks up a me questioning me with her eyes.

"Yes, like everything else you're hiding?" I stand up and go to leave. Charlie and me had decided not to involve Quill in what had happened even if it meant I let everything heal on it own. I stop at the door.

"How do you know, what am I hiding?" She gestures for me to sit down, and I do.

"Believe it or not, most teenagers don't turn up at there boyfriend house at ten at night with a bag clearly full of clothes if nothings happen. That coupled with the fact that ever since porm you've not been the same and even I could fill in the blanks." I put my head into my hands a take a deep breath. 

"No one ever noticed before." I say lifting my head out of my hands and stretching out my sore back. 

"You've never met a Quill before, we fought on the battlefield, we had to know when someone was hurt, when something had happened. We always saw." We room goes silent.

"I didn't want anyone to know, I still don't. Could we keep this between us?"

"And how would I tell someone, the're not supposed to know we live together, remember?"

"Sorry, I just, I'd better be getting back to Charlie, He'll be wanting his cuppa." I head over to the kettle and turn it on.

"I'm not done." Came Quills reply. I turn to look and her and she points to the chair. "I'm sorting everything out, I'm guessing you haven't had you back seen to?" 

"It's nothing to worry about nothing broken, I'm just a bit bruised." Quill raised one eyebrow and points to the chair again. I sigh and take a seat, unbuttoning my shirt.

"I trained as a medic back in the war, I've seen far worse I can assure you." I lower my shirt and she takes no time in checking me over. "Your rips seem to be bruise but there might be a small fracture on your left side." I nod and let her carry on. She wraps my ribs tightly. 

I stand slowly and walk towards the kettle. "Do you want one?" I ask, it's the least I can do. she nods and sits down of a minute.

I finish making the tea and place Quills in front of her. "Thank You... for your help." I say alkwardley.

She says nothing back until I am about to leave the room. "You have a poet, here on Earth" I turn back you look at her. "And she says, no one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark... That how I knew, I knew something had made home that for you."