“Okay,” I told him. What else could I say?
“He’s going to need to take some antibiotics. I brought some strong ones so it should knock that shit right out of him. He’ll be back to his old self in a few days.”
“And what if he’s not?” I asked.
Dalton sighed.
“I’ll stay around for a day or so, make sure he’s on the right track.”
“Thank you,” I whispered.
Silas came around once Dalton was done.
“Give us a minute,” Dalton told me and I wasn’t sure I liked how he was brushing me off so easily.
“She can stay,” Silas told him. “She knows who I am.”
“That’s well and good for you, but I’d rather not have everyone under the sun know who I am.”
“I’ll just go get some water so you can take your pills,” I said trying to defuse the tension.
I left, taking a few moments once I got down to the kitchen to let them talk about whatever. I wasn’t bothered by it. If it was anything important I was sure Silas would tell me later.
Dalton walked into the kitchen while I was in the middle of my moment.
“You can bring him the water now.” He began to look in the fridge but quickly shut the door when he realized there wasn’t anything in there. “I’m going to run to town since you can’t exactly do that right now.”
“He told you?”
“The quick highlights, yeah. I still don’t know who you are and I don’t want to. I set the pills out on the side of the bed. Make sure he takes them. I’ll be back.”
He turned and headed out.
It was going to be a fun few days with him around.
I didn’t see much conversation happening.
But I wasn’t about to complain. He helped Silas and with any luck, he’d come back with some things that I could at least make a few meals out of.
“How are you feeling?” I asked Silas as I walked back into the room with a glass of water.
“Great. Perfect, actually. Never better.”
I gave him a small smile.
“You don’t have to lie to me.”
“I feel like absolute crap. I don’t think I ever want to be shot again.”
“Yeah,” I said with a laugh. “You should probably try hard to avoid that kind of thing.”
I helped him to sit up. I put the pills that were set out into his mouth, then tilted the glass so he could drink.
Then I curled up next to him.
“Get some rest,” I told him though I could tell he was well on his way to dreamland already.
I could admit that I was scared right now. What if he didn’t make it? What if there was something really wrong? And what if this Dalton guy didn’t have a damn clue about what he was doing?
