Forgetting the Apocalypse

15. Breaking Point

It's been a week since I was ambushed and attacked by a huge mountain lion or cougar. Whatever they're officially called. Yet, Roone still won't let me do anything. He just keeps hovering. Am I not even allowed to go to the bathroom in peace? No, because he doesn't want me to strain my leg or be out of their sight. I don't care if he doesn't even turn around for privacy. Nor can I grab a snack from my own backpack without getting a glance in my direction or asking if I need help with anything.

I lied and said I couldn't travel for a while because he was still insistent on carrying me on his shoulders. As much as I felt guilty for slowing our pace, there's only so much my pride can handle. I'd rather wait for a few days to heal than be carried again. So while I was no longer hauled like game, I held my tongue and let him do whatever he needed for my leg. I listened without so much as an eye roll when he told me to raise my leg so he can inspect it and all.

Finally my leg began to look and feel fine. His doctoring was great and the scabs looked healthy, for whatever standards scabs are rated. Same went for my hands. No pain, redness, swelling or smell. All is good. Of course I was going to have limp for a little while but that was to be expected after getting pummeled by a two hundred pound feline.

For that I was surely grateful. There's no way I could've this good of job the way he did. So I made sure to thank him properly. Even once more when he would insist on assisting me through some parts that still had heavy snow. It may have been getting warmer but we were still closer to winter than the oncoming spring. 

The only time really that I opened my mouth and rolled my eyes is when he would cut through my pant legs instead of asking me or giving me a chance to take them off. I mean it's not like we can just stop by the store to get some more. Plus we're in the middle of the woods. When I saw him reach for the scissors again I spoke up.

"Roone, I swear to... to... to that flipping rifle of yours! Cut my pants one more time and you'll wake up with it missing. Let me take them off or at least roll them up dammit!" I say. Of course he ignored me and proceeded to cut where I had patched them back together previously. When he was done, I made sure to tell him thank you but with an annoyed tone. I laid down, put my shades over my eyes and try to fall asleep.

"I told you she was getting irritated."

"She can get as irritated as much as she wants. I let her walk when she shouldn't have and I let her go the bathroom now by herself. They're just pants and as soon as we get the chance I'll get her as many as her little heart desires. Until then she can suck it up. This is the second time that she's been attack. I'm not going to let her wave it off as if it's nothing." He stated.

The heck was that supposed to mean? I'm not waving anything off. It's not a big deal. I mean this is the new world right? It's like Fredi says, adapt or die. Then I hear Riva snicker.

"Yeah sure. Now who's waving things off brother?" I can hear the humor in his voice.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" 

Seriously, what does he mean? He's basically our doctor, even though he was studying to be a vet. What other reason could he have, besides getting on my nerves although I am grateful for his work, to be constantly diligent over me and my wounds? Ew gross, I can't believe I just agreed with Roone.

"Oh nothing, my dear brother. Nothing at all." I know that tone. It's his mischievous one. It has me looking back at him. He looks at me with a smirk and a wink before putting his own glasses on and reclining against the tree. I look over to Fredi but he's busy with Blackie. Against my better judgement, I look over at Roone and he has an angry puzzled expression on his face. But when he glances over to me, I swear I could've seen him go red in the cheeks.