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It had been several days since Doyle had come by. He gotten me some food and tea, promised to look after Cordelia and that's the last I've seen of him. Or anyone really. I hadn't heard from Cordelia either in days. Which worried me more then a bit, she was after all in that hotel with...Faith. But Angel was there as well, I'm sure he'd protect her. Right? Yes, I'm sure he would.
Changing bandages on ones own is not something that can actually be done. Especially not the ones around my wrist and my back. Luckily Dennis once again came to my rescue. I had an appointment at the hospital for a check up a few days ago, but I didn't go. I can't afford that, I'm not even sure if I have enough to pay the bill I'm going to get for the last time. And I do have to go back to have the stitches removed. Though, I think I'll do that by myself. I mean, how hard could it be? Maybe Dennis could help me there as well.
Dennis and I have become quite good friends. I've taught him how to play chess and in return I read books to him sometimes, or we play a different game, like scrabble in the early hours of the morning. Dennis tried to get me to sleep, but I couldn't. Everytime I closed my eyes, she would be there, or my father, or Angel or whomever. No, sleep wasn't very forthcoming, so we played games. Though I think he cheats, I can't catch him on that of course. He wouldn't let me leave the apartment for several days, and only after I assured him I would take a cab did he let me go. I gathered my things from the locker at the train station. My books, some money, some personal items and a list of contacts.
One of them finally gotten me a job. Well, sort of a job. Translating for one of the museums here. I've had to fake my credentials and then left my cell phone number. I didn't want to make the bill I owed Cordelia any bigger. I already owed her for letting her life her, and it was quite comfortable here. Even with Dennis around, or now I have to say, especially with Dennis around.
For some reason I sometimes felt like an orphaned kitten he had to take care off. I certainly had the strength of a kitten the first few days. And he seemed to think I was to thin as well. There was constantly a sandwich or something similar floating toward me. I'd look up from my work and fine something to eat, and there was always tea. He did try to get me to drink coffee, but we mutually agreed after the fist attempt that this wouldn't work and went back to tea. Thank god.
So, here I sit in Cordelia's apartment. I've gotten a small laptop from the museum to work with. I've not seen any people in...maybe a week. I've finally gotten out of the apartment yesterday, after pleading long enough with Dennis. I coudln't reach anyone at the hotel and I didn't want to leave a message in fear that Faith might hear it. So I had to get a few things myself. I was perfectly capable of that, or so I convinced Dennis. That had been my first time I had *seen* some people. And other then a thank you to the cashier, I didn't talk to anyone.
It gets a bit lonely, I have to admit. But at least I've a job now, even is its less then a part time job. And after I've made certain that Cordelia is alright, I can go on my way again. I'm not sure where I could go, or what I could do, since it's obvious that being a Demon Hunter isn't really my kind of work.
Pity there aren't many jobs for people who have a dead aim with a crossbow, know just about any demon species there as and even more demon, dead and ancient languages. Yes, Father must be so proud.