The Ladies Love The Pete!

*Stares at him blankly as his words slowly become clear* I- oh. Goddess, Pete, ya didn’t have to come out all this way for that. I woulda come out for…

*Well, but she wouldn’t have. She’d plum forgot the festival, except that Hart had reminded her with his cookies- and boy did she hope she’d put those away somewhere. If Pete saw those… he’d probably want to eat them. Or maybe ask where they came from? Probably eat them though*

The next thing she knew, water was being splashed on her face, and she awoke to Billy and Bigbee staring down at her, the latter with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Good morning sleeping beauty.” He’s holding the bucket, of course. “Your prince survived the operation. Had to use some of that horse tranquilizer from your stash cause he wouldn’t stop moving but…”

Horse tranquilizer? That probably wasn’t good. She felt woozy still, and her head hurt- like she’d cracked it on the floor or something when she’d fallen- typical Billy to not catch her. She didn’t trust herself to open her mouth yet for fear of puking, but she did look around, surprised to find Pete wasn’t lying on the floor where he’d been.

“On the bed.” Ah, yes. She could see the prone lump from here, on his belly with his rump exposed to the air. Someone had changed him, thank god- though the overalls he was wearing were much too big for him. “Had to give him a pair of yer pa’s old overalls- his were kind of ruined. The fit ain’t too good but it’ll do.”

She’d given away most of Harry’s clothing, save for a few shirts- those overalls were probably Sanders’. Well… at least someone was getting use of them.

“Anyway, I gotta get back to the Inn. Billy called the doctor while you were out, she’ll be here first thing in the morning.” She’s hoisted to her feet. “Hey. Get some sleep, and stop shooting people in the ass.”

“Shut up Bigbee,” She mutters, punching him lightly in the arm. “And… thanks. Both of ya.”

“Whatever.” But he’s smiling as he plops her down on her own bed. “He should probably be out cold for a good while but who knows?”

There are some more words exchanged and then they leave, and she’s alone with Pete in a silent house. Tears well in her eyes as she looks at him- there are still remnants of those stupid rose petals all over the place mixed with the fake paper ones that had startled her so bad. He’d just been trying to be romantic and she’d shot him in the ass.

It all happened so fast, he was sure Sara must have been as confused as he was. When his vision cleared, he noticed Sara appeared upset. What was wrong? He was just fine.

*Sara’s busy trying to bring down the swelling on her arm by running it under cold water when the knock comes. She groans, sidestepping the cookies that litter the floor to go answer it*

Sara’d taken the blessed opportunity to get away from the overwhelming stench of blood to grab the required tools, as well as a surgical mask she wore on the unfortunate occasion that one of her animals decided to spawn.

It didn’t quite kill the smell, but it helped.

“Thank ya,” Bigbee grunted, focused on prodding the area around the wound. “Feel like this is gonna have to come off- better get outside, Sar. This ain’t no sight for a lady.” His serious expression morphed into a smirk. “Then again, this ain’t no sight you never seen before, and you ain’t no kind of lady.”

“Oh shut up!” She exploded, finally at her limit. “This ain’t the time to bust my balls, Bigbee! Just help Pete, damn it!”

Pete’s eyes darted around, hoping to find some way to get out of this and magically recover instead; however, it was too late, and a kerchief was already stuffed into his mouth. It made him gag a bit, making it a struggle not to get sick and make more of a mess.

“Mmmmh...” He whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut.