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With Daud out, likely ‘unwinding’ after a long mission, Billie sat at the table, papers scattered, lights dimmed low while most of the other whalers settled for the night. She was going through all her notes for their next job, the next mark.
Her peace was shattered when the door flew open, followed by a loud thud then laughter.
She huffed, and with a roll of her eyes, she shook her head. It was clear as day that Cassidy, her would be brother, was back from a night at the pub.
“Fucking moron.” She muttered as she went back to her work. But after about five minutes, and then there was no more sounds of movement, she realized that he had passed out on the floor.
As much as she wanted to leave him like that, leave him to wake up in his own mess, to let him be the disappointment he was...Daud’s voice was loud in the back of her head. Even if he was just out, these were his whalers and she was expected to look out for them.
Even the teenage idiot who never quite knew his limit.
She left her work, left her papers, and went to go find Cassidy.
“Hey dumb-ass…” she called out to him, and in the dim lights saw him passed out face first on the floor. At first, she nudged him with her foot.
“Careful-” Cassidy said from his spot on the floor. “‘M too pretty.”
She did everything not to smile, as much as he was a shit, he was a funny shit.
“C’mon, pretty boy. Let’s get you to bed before Daud comes back.” She knelt down, lifting his lanky body up with ease.
“‘M okay-” he said, but didn’t fight her help, as he just went along with her.
“No, you’re not.”
He looked at her with a lopsided smile. “No. ‘m not.”
She had started to lead him to his bed, when he started to heave. “Oh you better not-”
He just responded with another heave, “can’ control it-”
For fucks sakes, she thought, then dragged him towards the washroom. They barely made it there before Cassidy lunged from her arms towards the toilet. And with that, he threw up.
Again, she thought to leave him there. But then figured he would probably wind up drowning to death in his own vomit.
But once more, in the back of her head, Daud told her, ‘take care of my Whalers.’
She sat down next to him, and after a moment, she reluctantly patted his back. “Get it out, dumbass. Don’t need you choking to death.”
And he grabbed hold of the bowl and threw up, and he went on like that for a few minutes.
Then settled.
“All out-“ he muttered, as he sat back against the wall.
She got him a glass of water, and held it out to him. “Good. Get this into you.”
He took it from her with a slurred thanks, and she watched him drink it, slowly.
Once the water was done, she helped him up once more, and finally got him out and to his bed. He flopped down, and she rolled him on his side.
“Don’t die.” She muttered as she went to leave. Then he called her back.
“Billie-“
She turned to look at him.”what-?”
“I know ya ain’t got any love for me, don’t blame ya. But, Da’d was right. You’re a good sister.”
She was slightly taken back, but she sighed.”Thanks. You, aren’t the worst.”
It was as nice as she would get. “Again, don’t die.”
