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“Blood pressure warning, blood pressure warning, medicate immediately...”

Graverobber listened to that damned machine drone on for the umpteenth time. Even if he’d known how to turn it off, he would have been afraid to. It was the only indication that the kid was getting any better or worse. There wasn’t much he could do for her, but at least he knew when he could relax a little. He rubbed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. It had been on hell of a day and the sun was just setting. What happened to the days when a man could just sleep all day and sell a few vials of the blue stuff at night.

Shilo mumbled a bit on the bed, clutching her stomach just like before, “please Dad...”

Graverobber shook his head. A girl her size shouldn’t be feeling a thing right now. She must have developed a tolerance somehow. Could her medicine have been the glow? It didn’t seem right. Parents hoped and prayed that their kids would never find out about zydrate. Wasn’t it sort of backwards to get her hooked? It seemed to almost defeat the purpose of keeping her locked away like that if she was going to be a junkie anyway.

The beeping stopped and Graverobber let out a sigh, a mix of relief and exhaustion. His head was pounding. A few days ago his life had been simple. Find zydrate, make money, maybe get a few extras on the side and. It was kinda dangerous, but still, simple. It’s not like he had anything better to do anyway.

The news outside had seemingly turned to other affairs. Maybe the Largos had forgotten about the kid. Maybe if they hadn’t, Amber would let him live. Hah, funny.

Shilo stirred on the bed again, her hands grasped at the blankets as she began to shiver, curling into a ball as her teeth chattered. Well at least she’s semi-concious, he thought. That was the good news. The bad news was, this was looking more and more like every cold-turkey case he had ever seen, and it was going to get worse before it would get any better. He padded pillows against her back to keep her on her side. The rest of the symptoms were sure to follow soon, so he might as well be prepared. Leaving to check the state of the bathroom, he heard another moan, “Dad, I’ll take my medicine, please...”

Graverobber shook his head, “I’m not your dad, kid.” Shilo groaned again. He left the door cracked behind him and went back to his task. Opening the bathroom door, he noted the still grimey floor and turned on the sink. Some water and a few dirty towels later, it was tolerable, along with the toilet. Just as he leaned against the doorway to admire his handiwork, he heard the girl retching in the other room. He opened the door to see the kid still unconcious. Gathering her up in her blankets, he moved her to the bathroom floor. At least he’d avoid most of the mess this way.

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A few days later, Shilo was awake. She was still sick, and she wasn’t making much sense, but she was awake. Graverobber had held hair and coddled, washed bathtubs full of sheets and towels, cleaned up puddles of things he didn’t want to think about and he was damned if she was going to give out on him now. He kept pushing her to drink a little more water, eat just a little bit more. She usually just looked at him through hazy eyes and asked if it was her medicine. Sometimes he lied and said yes, feeling sick when she said “thanks Dad.”

Today, he’d have to slip away. He’d need some more Z to keep her from detoxing too quickly and passing out on him again. He checked the vials he had stashed in a cabinet. Even with her dosage on the decline he'd barely have enough to keep her out of fits till he got back. He'd just have to hope that he didn't run into any trouble.

Checking on her, he found she had edged her way to a window. Her paleness looked a little healthier in the fading sunlight. She sniffled a little as her shaking hands pulled the blankets tighter around her.

He leaned against the doorway and grinned at her, "Hey kid, why don't you get on the bed so I can give you your meds?"

She mumbled something so low he could barely hear. When he came closer and asked what she had said, her focus stayed on the window, even as her face grew frustrated and she said, "my names not kid..."

Graverobber chuckled slightly, "Welcome back to the land of the living. But seriously, you've got to take this stuff. I'm not pulling you out of another coma."

She sighed irritably, scooting back up onto the bed. She looked away as pulled the covers from her thigh, jumping as he pressed the needle to her bruised skin. He bit his lip and looked up at her. He'd done this at least a dozen times and more while she was unconscious, but this was different. Back then he could rationalize her as just a body. He’d never been this close to her while she was completely aware of what he was doing. Now that she was Shilo again his position made him nervous.

There was something about her laying there on the bed, staring (coherently) off into space, that made him feel like he was seeing something he shouldn't. He’d done this to hundreds, maybe thousands, of zaddicts, but the kid was something different. Shilo sighed again, obviously impatient with him as she laid back against the pillow.

Pulling the trigger, he couldn’t help but notice the flinch as the needle pierced her skin and the sagging of her frame immediately afterwards. He watched her as her listless eyes drifted towards the window. “You okay, kid?”

She nodded gently and he suddenly realized that he’d been holding his breath. “How long do we have?” she rasped weakly.

His face drew together once again at the question, unsure of the information she was asking for. “Until what?”

She turned her face to him, looking as pale as moonlight, but strangely composed.

“Until they find me.”
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