Let's Play!

Naomi watched Fang, bewildered, deciding to chase after him.



" Hey!"



She decided she wanted to change the channel... and she couldn't find the buttons on the TV. That might be because there were none.

Fang took the remote, leading her off down the halls, past Hunter's slightly ajar door. The wolf was trying to nose her into his nook for whatever reason, growling and yipping.



WHOOSH. Hunter again.

Naomi frowned and stared at the wolf.



" Come on...."



she whined softly, reaching and snatching the remote from him now, laying under the wolf.



" Your not playing nice."



she informed the creature.

Fang just sort of rolled his eyes, as much as a wolf could do. He put one huge paw over her and then promptly laid down half on top of her. He was glowering out the door. gnihtemos had him on edge.



Whoosh.

Naomi sighed, wiggling and pushing at the wolf.



" Your being silly."



She informed him, crawling free of him after a small while, returning to her TV.





Dang dog.

Fang just stalked after her, not seeming pleased at all. Naomi wouldn't make it to the couch. She would make it down the first hall, through the reading room, but in the second hall...



Whoo-CRASH!



Hunter slammed against her with astounding force, the man flipping over her and crashing into the wall before falling to the floor.

Naomi rubbed at her head, fingers sticky and slightly powdery, and she glanced at Hunter. She couldn't see quite right now.



" You suck."



She complained, groaning now at the taste of her own blood in her mouth. Oh, she wanted to smack him in the head with a really big stick right now.

Fang moved over to her, licking at her. He had tried to warn her.



Hunter was up on his feet already. The man hadn't been entirely unscathed, but it wasn't like he had meant to do it.



"Sorry... It's nighttime."



Well, it wasn't THEIR time of night. It was another period. However, he was already gone.

Naomi was actually upset when he darted off again... She pushed Fang gently, and she moved to the bathroom, cleaning up. He'd fucked her vision up somewhat, as she really was having issues seeing more then a blurr.





She moved to her room now, not happy with him at all. She actually slammed the door and fell into her bed. He was a prick. She'd tell him as much if he showed back up too. Ass hole.

This time, Hunter wouldn't move through his house again for at least four hours. Never far away at all, but... Well, he was having an issue. He would return later, though, walking very slowly. He was worried about Naomi. Was she alright?

Naomi didn't come back out of her room, trying to sleep it off. Not that this was working. She even got up at one point to throw up in her trash can... then climbed right back into bed. Stupid boy. Wasn't he ever taught about running in the house? Certainly he was old enough to have heard the rule from someone.

Hunter slipped in quietly with a bottle of water and a bottle of pills.



"How are you doing?"



He hit her pretty hard. It had even bruised him a little bit. He was anxious about what it did to her.

Naomi looked to the shape she knew to be hunter and covered her head. she didn't want to look at him. Or speak to him... besides, talking made her entire head shake and hurt.

Hunter moved closer, now setting down the two bottles, nudging her elbow with it. Alright, for the moment he wouldn't say anything else. But she should sit up and down some of this...

Naomi merely scooted away from him. Yes, upset. He'd not even helped her back up. Mean, butt faced, turkey colored, pickle smelling, toad licking, bully snot!

Hunter sighed.



"At least let me look you over?"

No. She didn't want him to touch her, breath on her, anything.... He...



" I will be fine."



Oh, that made everything in her head feel like it might rattle and fall apart into a million pieces... and the pressure and pain behind her eyes....

Hunter's red eyes turned heavily along her form. He sighed.



"Then why are you still laying in your bed?"



Unconvinced.

Naomi did not move, she even considered not answering him. She was mad at you, silly head, if this wasn't apparent before now though...



" Because I can. "

Hunter sighed again. Alright. Well, he left the stuff there. If she died now... Well... There was nothing he could really do about that, now was there? He left her alone, disappearing into his house. Hunter had a tendency not to push, not to stay where he wasn't wanted.

Naomi would sulk and fume in silence until she would succumb to sleep again. It would be when she could feel the warmth of the sun on her face, but not make out the light that she would be slightly worried.



Thimbleton hadn't shut her door after he left...



Fang was taking up the foot space on her bed...





and...



" I can't see..."



she stated in such a tone that made you wonder why it mattered that much... of course, it was barely audible, and spoken to herself... but still...

"And you won't let me look at you."



Oh yeah. Hunter wasn't very far away.

" Cause you didn't care."



She replied gently, unable to help how she started crying. Oh, that's why she was so upset, not that she was hurt, but that she'd been brushed off.

Hunter was quiet for a moment.



"I did care. I was worried... I just didn't want to risk hurting you more."



He moved a little closer, now feeling very badly.

Naomi reached out to the shadow she knew to be Hunter and snuggled to his chest now. She continued to cry, lightly touching over her face. Nothing looked out of place, but her vision could easily repaired by draining the fluid that had collected behind her eyes.



She had a bleed in the back of her head that needed to be drained too... and she'd be bruised up, but those issues aside, she would be alright. It just was the simple fact Naomi was too upset by Hunter to think of what needed to be done to help herself. She was a doctor. ... too distracted.. besides, treating yourself was not a wise idea.

Hunter reached over, running his fingers over her. He sniffed at her a little bit, considering the woman.



"And you said you can't see?"



He picked her up, carrying her into the bathroom next door. Dang it. He was going to have to break out the first aid kit.

Naomi murmured a faint yes, and then whined gnihtemos rather pathetic.



" Talking hurts. No more talking."



to her, or from him.

Hunter couldn't help but smile. However, he complied. The man bent her down so that her head was on her knees. Then, he went about treating her. He'd let her lay down afterwards. He wasn't cruel.

Naomi actually made sure he was doing everything right, wincing as she felt the pressure relieved and watched her blood run down her face like an overflow of bloody tears.



Eying the tools he had, she sighed gently, trying to ignore the throbbing, looking over Hunter.



" Can you bite into bone?"



cause the tools he had here would not. Draining the second bleed would be harder if he couldn't.

Hunter did not doubt that he was doing things right. He had that sort of confidence that being forever old provided.



"Yes."



He didn't say anything further to clarify. She didn't want words, so he wouldn't burden her anymore.

Naomi barely caught herself before she nodded, tilting her head forward slowly. Easily her hair was pulled out of the way and she lightly ran her finger over where the pressure ( and the bleed) was.



" It needs drained too."



She stated gently.

Hunter gently placed a hand on either side of her head to hold her still and stabilize her. He waited until she relaxed again. Then, he bit her. He pulled his mouth away quickly, watching it gush. He would hold her still until it was done.

Naomi groaned, not from pain so much as the fact as she could still feel that migraine. It hurt, that throbbing.. but the pressure was gone now, pain too.



" Do you have regular antibacterial soap, like gnihtemos simple.. dial or the like?"



She asked gently. Oh, talking was still uncomfortable.

Hunter rolled his eyes. The man walked back to the cabinet under the sink, opening up the doors to it. Two different brands of toilet paper, spare toothbrushes and toothpaste, a couple hairbrushes, three different kinds of razors, and four different kinds of soap (two female, two male) - etc., etc.



Now, did he have what she wanted? Most likely. If not, he could take her into the storeroom.

Naomi took the offered soap and was sitting in the tub now, gently washing the wound that was starting to knit up. She didn't want infection. She cleaned and dried slowly, trying not to upset her stomach. Slowly she stood and rubbed at her eyes, moving back into Hunter's arms. She felt really light headed. She'd lost a lot of blood lately. She'd not eaten much. ( Not that she could this precise moment) ... She was super natural, but not a freaking god(dess)

Hunter picked her up and was nice in that he quietly carried her back to her bed. He lay her down, considering her.



Is there anything else you need?



He offered it very quietly, hoping this wouldn't jar her as much.

Naomi smiled. She reached up and pulled on Hunter, glad he was in her bed.



I'd rather have you taking up the bed then fang.

Hunter tumbled into the bed beside her. He gave a small nod, turning and adjusting so that he could lay a little more comfortably. His red eyes turned over the woman. His mind turned over other things. He let the silence fall.

" when are we leaving?"



She asked gently, snuggled to him. She intended to rest until her head stopped spinning.

Hunter gave a heavy sigh now.



"Soon."



He considered this. he needed to make a decision. He had jumped back over the fence again. he decided that his first instinct was what he would go with. He didn't like everything that Christian was doing, and... Well, it's not or never.



"We'll leave after you are well enough to travel."



Decision made.