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She was glad when he began to walk away. Was she supposed to feel any other way towards him? Was she supposed to like him? He'd whipped her for god's sake. Opening the book on her lap she began to read it again. She wouldn't feel bad, she wanted him to feel bad. She wanted him to apologize to her. Was that so hard? Watching the page blankly she thought of him, thought on what she would do if he let her go. Shifting her gut reaction was that she'd leave, but in reality if he apologized and treated her as an equal there was a chance she'd stay. He was strong, ruthless, and not someone you wanted to mess with, that was someone she wanted on her side.

Frustrated she shut the book, she couldn't deny that the fact that it felt great when he was between her legs and he seemed to enjoy how she tasted. She lay back, she hated him. Didn't she?
 
He was in the back of the building where he had hid his gun, he was thinking about killing her but couldn't bring himself to do it. Others he could walk right up and blow their brains out but he couldn't do that to her. He didn't know what to do with her. He figured he would sleep back here, after all if she tried anything against him he would wake up and she defiantly could not overpower him. He smiled, tomorrow he would make her ride him again, she would enjoy that even if she tried to say she didn't like it her face said it all.
 
Candice wasn't sure when but she fell asleep laying there. When she woke up she felt much better than she had the previous day, her body was less sore and she was able to move. That's when she realized he'd forgotten to tie her back up. She stood, stretching and calmly put her books back, in a spur of childishness she grabbed the chair Dus had been sitting in the previous day and started pushing herself around in it. She'd grown used to being naked but it felt a little odd to have the rough fabric scratching against her. Holding her arm around her breast she spun idly, tilting back her head to watch the ceiling spin.
 
Dus stood up a little wobbly, he wasn't feeling good and the room around him swirled. He got to his feet and stumbled out from behind a book shelf to see Candice spinning in his chair. "Candice. Let me have my chair." He said standing up straight trying to look like he was fine. "Go back to your bed or read something." He said hoping she would follow his instructions. "Hurry now." He said walking over to the chair... though he was still a bit dizzy and felt it was hard to stand. "Get a small book, you can read to me if you like."
 
Candice stopped spinning when he spoke and she stood. He didn't seem to be all right and some long-dormant mother-bear instinct that her friends had once known her for made her feel compelled to place her hand upon his forehead,
"Is there anything I can do to help? Are you running a fever? Do you want some water or food?"
 
"I'm fine." He said a bit confused. He figured she was trying to pull a fast one. "Just let me sit." Dus seemed a bit frustrated though he wasn't frustrated with her, he was more frustrated with himself for being weak enough to get sick. He sat down and let his head fall back as he tried to clear his mind. He kept telling himself he wasn't sick, that only weaklings get sick but it wasn't working. He was starting to feel worse. "Water, please get me some water. In the bag over there." He pointed halfheartedly to a rather large bag that was filled with different sorts of bottles. One of them happened to be the bottle of rum that he never finished.
 
Candice scowled, he was burning up. She went over to the bag and opened it, on top was her bottle of morgan, which she was glad he hadn't finished off. She grabbed a water bottle and opened it going back over to Dus,
"Go lay down, do you have any asprin? Anything to bring down a fever?" She asked, handing over the water bottle and pushing the chair over to the dog bed, gesturing that the man should move to lay down. He still caused a flurry of emotion, and this odd desire to care for him had to be justified as putting her in his good graces to hide the fact that it was actual concern, but she was going to take care of him, whether he wished it or not.
 
"I'm fine." He said as she wheeled him over to the bed though he didn't have much of a choice now that he was there. He was so dizzy he couldn't hold himself up right anyways. He half fell into the bed and lay there as he started to sweat. "Aspirin, Tylenol, and any other drug is out of the playing field. No one really can make them anymore and they were the first things off the shelf." He grumbled as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Dam it. Just leave, your free." He said jumbling threw his pocket to find the key which wasn't there. Instead he discovered a hole. "Go find the key." He said taking the water and attempting to drink it. Half of it spilled no his shirt. "I'm dead anyways, might as well not cause two of them."
 
Candice frowned, looking around and seeing the discarded shirt near-by. She grabbed it and poured some water onto it, draping the fabric across the man's forehead she set the water close to him, close enough that he could reach it if he needed to. Standing she started to look around the library. She found where he'd stowed her bag and pulled on her spare bra and a pair of basketball shorts, then pulled her hair back into a ponytail, feeling much better now that she was dressed. Another scan found the key and Dus's gun. She tucked the key into her bra and held the gun and machete in either hand.

Approaching Dus she pulled the cloth off and poured more water onto it, replacing it.
"Stay here, I'm going to go see if those fuckers have anything for fevers, I should be back within an hour or two." She grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her, "By the way, forgot to tell you this the other day, you have a great ass, quite a nice view." Standing and turning on heel she headed out from the library.

Heading to the settlement he had taken her to the other day she was approached by some men with guns. She made quick work of the first one, took his gun, and threatened the other one until he took her to the fat man she'd had the displeasure of being fucked by. He obviously didn't recognize her, not as she was now, and offered her the medicine for a fuck. For a while she bartered, trying to get him to bring out the medicine before hand, but when he said he wouldn't she shot him, then the man who had escorted her in. She was running out of bullets by then.

She raided the town, taking any medicine she could find and leaving a trail of bodies behind her if anyone tried to stop her. The entire thing went by pretty fast, she was done in about 30 minutes. Her long legs carrying her back to the library in about the same time she panted, legs shaking, as she slammed open the front door and locked it behind her, much more paranoid after her raid. She grabbed a bottle of water and started chugging it as she fell to her knees beside Dus, covered in blood and gore.
"Hey, hey, get up." She started shaking his shoulder, "I have some asprin, should lower the fever. Then we just have to keep you healthy until your body fights it off." She was panting the entire time, opening up the bag from her back to pull out the bottle of asprin. She shook two out onto her hand and lifted up his head, pushing them in and holding the water bottle to his lips for him to drink. He was young and healthy, he should get through it.
 
When she told him she would be back with medicine he groaned "Just shoot me and get on with your life." He had no doubt that she was just trying to give him a spark of hope before leaving that way he could bask in it until he died. After a couple of hours... or so he figured because he had fallen asleep, she really did come back. She woke him up and said she had something fever and keep fights off. He really couldn't tell. Everything that she said sounded like she was underwater in a fish bowl or something. She picked up his head and put something in his mouth and his initial reaction was to spit it out. Before he could she had water being poured into his mouth and he figured she was either trying to drown him or make him swallow poisons. Poisons was much better than drowning so he swallowed whatever it was then laid back down. Just then he noticed she was bloodied. "Why did you hurt yourself?" He said almost in a lost, dazed voice. "You don't need to hurt yourself." He felt a bit out of it now.
 
Candice shook her head,
"Fighting with a machete is very hands-on, bloodies you up a good bit." She went over to the bottle of rum and took a few long gulps, steeling herself. She pulled out some of his supplies, he didn't seem to have a lot there but she knew he'd been planning on staying there longer so there must have been some hide-away that he had. She looked down at herself and grimaced, there was quite a bit of blood. She stood and headed away, grabbing a book off the shelves she sat back down beside him, supporting his head to give him more water, she had to keep him hydrated. She didn't give him a lot, about half a mouthful. Setting down the water she opened up the book and started to read, her voice calm and steady, she'd get him through this, if he ended up dead then he ended up dead, but she'd fight to keep the fucker alive for as long as she could, and hopefully help him recover.
 
He couldn't really understand her when she was speaking. It all seemed like gibberish to him, everything was distorted. He fell asleep as she read to him still trying to figure out why she hadn't killed him yet. Regardless a smile broke macros his face as she read to him. Her voice was calm and pleasant. He liked the sound of it even if he couldn't understand what she was saying. He was out for hours before he woke up again. He half groaned as he sat up and looking around. His vision was blurred from movement but he wasn't dizzy... or he was too used to it for him to know. He laid back down and took the cloth off his head.
 
Candice awoke from where she had fallen asleep over the book, straightening up, unsure of where she was until her gaze focused on the man before her.
"Don't move." She ordered, placing her hand gently on his chest and pushing him back down, she grabbed two more asprin from the bottle and held them out for him to see. "Take these." Another gentle order as she offered the water in her other hand.
 
He groaned "I'm fine." though he still took the pills like she said. "Why didn't you run far away from here?" he said a bit confused. She had saved his life with the medicine and all her help, without her he would have been dead by now. Dus looked up at his former sex slave a little disappointed she was clothed, he at least wished she didn't cover her chest but he was under her power now. He felt his head knowing he had a temperature but checking anyways.
 
Candice looked down her nose at him,
"Because unlike you I know how to treat another person. I couldn't just leave you here, potentially dying. I only leave people if I know they're dead or I know they'll survive on their own." She stood, taking both her machete and the gun with her, and tossed them into her bag, zipping it up she threw it over her shoulder, "I'm going scavenging, take two more pills in two hours, I'm going to go try and find some food, unless you know where some is?"
 
"Under the floor boards." he said pointing to the desk, just stomp until you find a hollow spot." he figured she could find it, he really didn't want her to leave. Even though she was closed he still liked to look at her. "Hay, Candice. What do you think about me?" he said not really sure what she thought of him. She talked to him like a child and a man of respect and, most of all, like an ideot.
 
Candice kept the pack close and went to the desk, stomping until she found the hollow spot. She looked up at his question,
"I think you'd make a useful ally if I can beat the idea that I'm not your slave into your thick skull. I think you're a great fuck if you actually care to be, and I think your a sadistic asshole who enjoys hurting other people for fun." She answered honestly.
 
He smiled, she had 'him' pinned to a T. He wondered if he had fallen too far to go back to his old self, the honorable captain of the us army. Quickly he shook that idea away, it would only end up with him being dead. He would just continued being himself when he was done being sick. His own sex slave was nursing him back to health and he wouldn't let that change him... maybe...
 
Candice pulled out a few cans, scanning their contents and setting them aside. Finding a can of chicken broth and an old bag of egg noodles she contemplated it and looked up,
"You want some chicken noodle soup? There's no chicken and no fresh veggies but it should be good enough." Pulling out the vegetables that her mother used to throw into chicken noodle soup she started setting them up, "We just need a fire and a pot." She added, looking up at him.
 
Dus looked over at her when she mentioned chicken noodle soup. It sounded really good to him and he half smiled. "Matches are up top." He said then looking around slightly. "Pot... is... over there." He said as he spotted a pile of rubble. He sat up and held his head again. He felt dizzy again and thought that his temperature had gone away not realizing it was the medicines. He thought he was cured and just needed to drink some water to get the dizziness away. He took a sip from the bottle next to him then looked back at Candice and watched as she went around to gather what she needed.
 
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