hiding

Once again, poor choices

Before Marco could say anything, his door swung open. It only took a matter of seconds and Alexia was on the far corner of the bed, up against the wall, her eyes looking weary. She starred at the man in front of her, well if he was a man. She honestly couldn't tell. But what ever he/she was she thought he/she pulled it off well.

"We still have no located the..." The person wandered off as his/her eyes landed on her figure.

"Izo, this is Alexia. And Alexia," Marco smiled at her, "This is Izo, he is our commander of the 16th division."

"This certainly will not do." Izo muttered, starring at Alexia before turning back to Marco, "Please tell me this poor thing has clothes other than that."

Marco chuckled under his breath, "No, Alexia here seems to be quite the minimalist yoi."

Alexia stuck her bottom lip out slightly as if pouting. Was she invisible, or did they just forget she was in the room? Her clothing choices weren't that... terrible.

"And what did you do to her? Those clothes would work far better if you hadn't sliced her up!" Izo sounded annoyed more than mad.

"There's nothing wrong with my clothes." Alexia whispered, barely audible.

"What?" Both Marco and Izo were reminded of her presence. Marco was surprised she talked to someone so new other than him, and even then it was a forced conversation.

"My clothes... they aren't that terrible." She didn't look either in the eye, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of the bedding nervously.

"No, no, of course not darling!" Izo suddenly worried he had actually insulted the girl, "They just definitely do not work for the moment, unless your one of those women who like showing their scars and such?" Alexia nodded her no.

"We must get you new clothes, and a bath, definitely a bath."

"Not until Doc has checked her over, he never got the chance." Marco reminded.

"Fine, fine, after the doctor. Seriously Marco, this is what I have to work with and now your making me jump through hoops to do it?" Izo chastened.

"I'm not giving you anything. I'm almost certain you have several million other important tasks that you could be doing... like your paperwork from this last week." Marco knew that paperwork would end up being his task, "Have you forgotten she is her own person yoi? You don't want to overwhelm her."

"Tsk, non-sense." Izo waved his hand in the air, "There is nothing overwhelming about me. Any ways, let's get you cleaned up."

Izo, unlike Thatch, didn't immediately grab for Alexia. Instead, he held his hand out. Yes, it was definitely a demanding hand, but it was still an offer, not forceful. Alexia starred at his hand as if it was a massive spider, before looking at Marco for reassurance.

Wait why the hell am I looking to him for reassurance. He's the enemy, he just stabbed me three days ago and took me hostage. Alexia was really annoyed with herself lately. Not once could she make what she thought was a good decision. Making up her mind, she would not be weak. She did not need a stranger's approval. Alexia took Izo's hand, and he helped her up to her feet.

It was then in the medical bay, that she mentally kicked herself. Once again she had let her pride get the best of her, and she regretted it. At what point, did it not occur to her, that seeing a doctor would require physical contact. She hated doctors, for more reasons than one. And the Whitebeard's doctor, was creepy. He was old, definitely old, but his smile sent shivers down her spine. He looked like someone who hid in girls clothing stores for fun. He was nice enough, always asking for permission before checking her bandages, but still... creepy.

"Sweetie, this would be much easier if you would relax." Doc could not believe how tense she was, as he attempted to rebandage her shoulder.

"You wish," Alexia gritted her teeth in pain, "Then that's when you'll really get me."

"What ever do you mean?" Doc looked at her confused.

"Oh please, like you don't have a needle waiting to drug me and make me a lab rat." Her whole body was ridged, her speech almost venomous.

Doc and Izo shared concerning glances at each other. Nothing about what she said seemed like a joke. Alexia didn't even look fearful, just full of irritation.

"Surely your joking? Have you ever actually been seen by a doctor... or a nurse... or anything?" Izo asked.

"Why so you can write them to have a care plan meeting and see how I'll fit your needs? Pass." She scoffed.

"Darling, I have no intentions of using you as a lab rat as you say. You are a guest. We would be very rude hosts if we harmed you."

Alexia scoffed but refused to reply. Doc and Izo both didn't push the matter any further, but something didn't set right in Izo's gut. After a long awkward silence, Doc hummed slightly, signaling her was done. Alexia let out a sigh she hadn't known she was holding and let her shoulders relax slightly. She had refused pain medications, fearing it could be something else. Her body definitely hated her for it.

"We must get you a bath my dear Alexia." Izo held his hand out for her to take it.

Alexia didn't feel as prideful as before, nor did she feel in the mood to attempt to be cheerful after being poked and prodded, so she did not take his hand. Looking down at herself, she realized she truly did need a bath. Her hair felt knotted and rough. Alexia couldn't even recall the last time she had a bath of any form. Reluctantly she nodded her head and stood up, waiting for Izo to lead the way.