ONE ON ONE (WITH FORK SATAN)

Jules cringed. "Just…..keep at it."

Her body kept at it for quite some time, until, suddenly, it stopped. The chip in her arm beeped cheerfully, then she was able to sit up, see clearly, and the pain in her stomach was gone.
"Wh-what the hell?"

"What happened?" Jules cocked his head.

"I… I don't know…" Lil breathed, looking at her arm. "I think it was something to do with this damn chip. I don't think I can leave your ship." She looked at him.

Jules looked at her with concern. "Did the cops do that to you or something?"

"Yeah, whenever they took me back into the room, they put weird coordinates that always track your ship, and, and they injected it into my shoulder. I think I could get it out if I had a pair of plyers since it's only a few days old."

"I have some." Jules paused. "Wait…you won't run away will you?"

"No… I suppose I won't." She sighed. "There are probably more men like them, and I don't want them to get their filthy hands on me. The chip was a lucky break. I don't think I'm going to be that lucky again…"

"Yeah…" Jules sighed. "I'll go get the pliers. You stay here and rest okay?"

"Okay. Thank you, Jules." She laid back into the chair and started picking at the skin around the chip (but there wasn't a lot).

Jules went into the cargo hold and got the pliers from the top shelf. He made his way back to the cockpit, stopping for a towel. "I thought you might need this cus it'll probably bleed." He mentioned as he entered the cockpit.

"Oh, right." She took the towel and put it under the already bleeding wound. Without any hesitation, she carefully put the pliers to the wound and wrapped it around the piece of metal embedded into her arm. Once she got a nice, good grip on it, she tugged hard, and with a wince, and a weird shuuuuck from her arm and the piece, she held a bright little chip with weird flashing tubes. It was dark with blood, so it was impossible to tell a finer shape, or the initial color of the tubes and chip itself.

Jules gulped. "That's….that's a lot of blood."

Lil shrugged and plopped the chip into the towel. She began to mop up the blood… with the same towel. "Do you have any dressings or bandages I can have to dress this? Or like a sewing needle and thread? This'll get infected really fast if it's not closed soon."

"Yeah sure thing." He rushed to a drawer and pulled it open. "Uh…we have cause and medical tape."

"Do you have a sewing kit? I can just stitch this up, then wrap it in the cause and medical tape." She looked up, though she couldn't see him.

"Yeah. It's right here." He grabbed the supplies and knelt next to her again. "If you need any assistance just ask."

"Actually, can you put the thread through the eye of the needle? I'm gonna try and stop this bleeding." She started applying pressure to the wound.

"Sure thing." Jules closed one eye and started his many attempts. "This is…harder than it looks."

"That's why I asked you." She laughed gently and applied more pressure to her wound with a stifled grunt.

"Don't hurt yourself Lil." He sighed as he finally got the thread through. "Here ya go."

"Thanks." She took it and released the wound, then quickly, yet neatly started stitching up the wound. A minute or so passed and she asked for the gauze and medical tape.

Jules handed them to her and watched as she carefully wrapped the wound. "Are you gonna be okay now? Can I do anything for you?"

"Yeah." She started wrapping the wound. "I'd like some food, though. Whenever's fine though." She smiled faintly at him.

Jules nodded. 'Okay. I have some soup left over form last night if you'd care to try that? It shouldn't be hard on your stomach."

"No, it was the damn chip. I feel a lot better. I'll have a sandwich, but the soup doesn't sound too bad, either. Thanks, Ju- I mean, Cowboy."

Jules smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Whatever you say ya hippie." He headed towards the kitchen, still smiling a little.

Lil couldn't help smiling too. He's not too bad, for a Cowboy, She thought, knowing he could hear her.

Jules blushed to himself as he walked into the kitchen. Thanks, you're not to bad for a darn hippie.

Lil grinned wider, turning red on the ears. Thank… thank you.