Beatrid rested back against the pillow and idly watched Kuro fish around in the closet, and as he did the thought suddenly occurred to her that, while he might bring her a nice, big shirt...well...that wasn't exactly the end of her problem because, well, the shirt wouldn't just slap itself onto her body, now would it? And, quite frankly, she really wasn't in the mood to move around much. Sitting up would hurt, she imagined, and she still felt all light-headed. Really, all she wanted to do was lay here and do nothing more strenuous than breathe. And maybe sleep some more.
Turning her head and gazing up lazily at the ceiling, she closed her eyes and sighed quietly. "Thanks..." she said, just as quietly. There! She'd gone and said it finally! And...well, that hadn't been quite as painful as she'd imagined it would be, though she didn't really have any idea what she was thanking him for: for hauling her to the infirmary, or for going to get her a shirt? Maybe both. Yeah. It could count for both, or he could just decide for himself! Maybe she was kind of stingy in her thank yous, but, eh, it wasn't something she was too accustomed to. It was kind of embarrassing in a weird way, actually. No, scratch that--she had no problem with showing gratitude. It was just when she was proven wrong that it was painful, because pride had a tendency to form a big ol' lump in her throat. Not to mention she hated admitting that she'd been wrong.
Beatrid had actually started to drift off again when the sound of a chair scraping across the floor brought her back, and she opened her eyes as the sound jarred her, brow crinkling in annoyance. Until her eyes fell on Hek, after which they widened in surprise as he pulled up a chair and sat at her bedside and...put a wilted flower and a bar of something on the bedside table, which she soon learned was chocolate. Chocolate! Her one true love. Well, damn. Here she'd been almost expecting him to come here to drive her crazy, and he'd brought her gifts which was...oddly sweet. Even after she'd ditched him in the village, which she did indeed regret, because now she was bedridden.
"...I love chocolate," she admitted almost sheepishly. She didn't get much of it, either, but when she did? Heaven on Earth. How the heck did he know? Oh, wait, his mom. Heh. Yeah, seemed that wonderful stuff was universally loved by females, and she could imagine that the men had caught on--chocolate was full of instant happy feel-good stuff, after all, and if it weren't for her side making it impossible to sit up on her own, she would have dived for the stuff and started munching already. Though, eating right now probably wasn't a good idea until she'd recovered more; she didn't have much of an appetite at the moment, anyway. "Your mom taught you well...thanks, Hek, and, uh...good to see you found your way back..." Really, she hadn't meant to ditch him like that! Wasn't like she had been planning to get so...distracted.
Then Hek went and smiled slyly, which instantly put her on guard. Lifting her right arm, she held the sheet tightly below her chin and eyed him warily--she couldn't punch him when she could hardly keep her eyes open!--and then sighed in relief. That was it. Oh...
"Yeah, don't rub it in..." she muttered, then sighed. "Uh...I don't have anything...just...well, I got my nose broken and my side split. But, I shot the guy that did it," she added with a characteristically smug grin, though she couldn't smile as widely as usual or her lip would probably crack again and her face was bruised. Ow. Anyway, yeah, she'd got the guy! Sure she got hurt...but he was probably way worse off than her with a chest wound and both she and Kuro were alive! Seemed she'd forgotten what Kuro had told her while she'd been losing consciousness.
Hek smiled reassuringly, and Beatrid relaxed more, because it didn't seem like he was up to his usual pervy antics. In fact, he was, indeed, being oddly, well, nice. Kuro was standing watch with his back turned, Hek was being supportive...it was odd, almost, but--
...What the fuck?! Scratch that!
"Yeah, right! You just wanna see my boobs!" Beatrid snapped at Hek's suggestion, eyes narrowed and eyebrows pulled together as she kept a firm hold on the sheet, going rigid. She completely ignored the nickname because, well, that was nothing compared to what he'd just said! Worried about her health, indeed!
No way in hell. Not a chance. She knew good and well how his hands had a tendency to mystically, magically wind up some place inappropriate, and not only that, but him "helping" meant she'd have to lower the sheet, which meant baring her chest for Hek and Kuro both to see! Hah! Like hell! No, she'd rather just tough it out, wait for them both to leave, and toss the sheet over her head to try and change beneath the covers. Which...would probably fail. Because putting on a shirt while laying down? Impossible. Hell, right now putting on a shirt while sitting up was impossibe because she couldn't even sit up on her own, she'd quickly discovered. Whenever she tried, pain exploded through her left side, not to mention that, indeed, she couldn't properly lift her left arm as it stretched the skin along her side.
Then, the rest of what he said suddenly registered. Wait, what? Do whatever she wanted to him? The way he worded it made it sound dirty, and her eyebrow twitched, but...hopefully he didn't mean it like that! Because, maybe she was still kind of loopy, but...an idea had popped into her head--or, rather, an image--and it was such a classic, evil visual that the threat of being groped was almost worth it!
...Besides, he said anything. So if he wasn't careful, she could both kick his ass later and make him do that other thing. Heh.
But, even if she did agree, it still didn't mean he'd get to see anything. Because, like she'd told Kuro, if he saw anything he wouldn't live.
Suddenly smiling, that mental image cheering her up considerably, she nodded suddenly. "...Alright. But...you have to stay behind me. No peeking. You too, Kuro," she added, frowning and biting her lip. She still didn't like this, but...well...she wanted that shirt on, the nurses were busy, so...eh. Besides, if Hek kept his word, he had more to lose in this if he screwed up, really. And she'd seen them both naked today, hadn't she? Hah...she gave another twitch and sighed.
"Seriously. I'll kill you both if I catch you looking. And Hek? Touch a thing and you're in a dress for a day. A pink frilly one. And you have to wear a garter and lace panties. Same for you, Kuro, if you look...after you're dead, of course..." she muttered, still holding the sheet to her chest. "Now...just...help me up and let's get this over with..."
She was probably making a very, very stupid mistake. But...augh. As painful (in more than one way!) as this would be, it was a chance she was willing to take. Hek in a dress would make up for everything.