Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2017 23:58:41 GMT -5
Beau awoke to an empty room. Once he could move had took up the bedroom that Dixie once shared with Archer. But it was more than just empty today. It was quiet. He couldn't hear Dixie in the other room. Didn't hear the turn of a book or her socked feet moving across the floor.
Slicking his hair back he moved out of the bed. Looking around he found his clothes piled on the chair. Pulling in a clean shirt and a pair of pants he moved toward the main room. He saw no sign of Dixie. Her blanket folded on the couch, no sign cup of water or plate of food left out.
Beau moved toward the old fridge and looked at the piece of paper attached to it. It was from Dixie, her named signed at the bottom. She mentioned not wanting to wake him, and needing to go out to get supplies. He was to stay here and rest. Along with the note was a time of when she left, morning, and would be back just after noon.
Moving to the window Beau looked outside. It was almost noon. She should be back any minute. Setting down the note Beau stepped back and moved in to the he living room. He took a seat on the couch and put his feet up on the table.
He ached, was in pain. Pain killers were gone within a week. Since then he's just pushed through it whenever his stump began to ache. He'd tell her he was okay, smile, and then she'd back off. Now he just gritted his teeth, leaned back and rubbed it through the bandage.
It still hadn't healed fully, and he didn't know if it ever would. The skin had closed with the help of homemade stitches. It would leave a nasty scar, but at least he was alive. And he had Dixie the fully thank for that. Looking outside he looked to the sky. Almost noon, she'll be back soon.
He had been with her for two weeks now. That's how long he hadn't been recovering. She nursed him, cared for him. She did everything in her able body to make sure he would be okay. Beau didn't know why, only thing he could think of was she was growing desperate. She hadn't seen anyone in so long, and he was as good as she could get right now. Either way, he was grateful.
The last two weeks had been uneventful. They spent most of it talking, laughing, and telling stories. They spoke of before, of the events since outbreak day. Beau spoke of future plans and ideas he had for the mansion. But mostly they just talked, flirted, and laughed. It felt good to laugh. He hadn't in a long time.
Looking down at his hand he shook his head. Phantom limb happened far to often. He went to touch dixie, or pick anyhing up. It was like it was still there's. Like he could still grasp whatever it was he wanted. But he couldn't, it was gone, just his mind playing tricks.
Standing up Beau went to the window. It was nearly noon, the sun high in the sky. Dixie wasn't back yet. Whenever she had left before she was always back in good time. Usually early, or when she said she would be. Beau looked down. He would give her a few more minutes then he would go look for her. She said where she'd be.
After all she did, he wouldn't loose her.
Slicking his hair back he moved out of the bed. Looking around he found his clothes piled on the chair. Pulling in a clean shirt and a pair of pants he moved toward the main room. He saw no sign of Dixie. Her blanket folded on the couch, no sign cup of water or plate of food left out.
Beau moved toward the old fridge and looked at the piece of paper attached to it. It was from Dixie, her named signed at the bottom. She mentioned not wanting to wake him, and needing to go out to get supplies. He was to stay here and rest. Along with the note was a time of when she left, morning, and would be back just after noon.
Moving to the window Beau looked outside. It was almost noon. She should be back any minute. Setting down the note Beau stepped back and moved in to the he living room. He took a seat on the couch and put his feet up on the table.
He ached, was in pain. Pain killers were gone within a week. Since then he's just pushed through it whenever his stump began to ache. He'd tell her he was okay, smile, and then she'd back off. Now he just gritted his teeth, leaned back and rubbed it through the bandage.
It still hadn't healed fully, and he didn't know if it ever would. The skin had closed with the help of homemade stitches. It would leave a nasty scar, but at least he was alive. And he had Dixie the fully thank for that. Looking outside he looked to the sky. Almost noon, she'll be back soon.
He had been with her for two weeks now. That's how long he hadn't been recovering. She nursed him, cared for him. She did everything in her able body to make sure he would be okay. Beau didn't know why, only thing he could think of was she was growing desperate. She hadn't seen anyone in so long, and he was as good as she could get right now. Either way, he was grateful.
The last two weeks had been uneventful. They spent most of it talking, laughing, and telling stories. They spoke of before, of the events since outbreak day. Beau spoke of future plans and ideas he had for the mansion. But mostly they just talked, flirted, and laughed. It felt good to laugh. He hadn't in a long time.
Looking down at his hand he shook his head. Phantom limb happened far to often. He went to touch dixie, or pick anyhing up. It was like it was still there's. Like he could still grasp whatever it was he wanted. But he couldn't, it was gone, just his mind playing tricks.
Standing up Beau went to the window. It was nearly noon, the sun high in the sky. Dixie wasn't back yet. Whenever she had left before she was always back in good time. Usually early, or when she said she would be. Beau looked down. He would give her a few more minutes then he would go look for her. She said where she'd be.
After all she did, he wouldn't loose her.