So Dark a Candle

Casher wasn't exactly comfortable in the infirmery, but he didn't really have anywhere else to be. Zane, the mechanic, was still on the slab, the same place he'd been the last two weeks. In that time, he'd been awake about an hour or so. The youth had been through a hell of a beating, and Casher was more than a touch surprised that the mechanic survived his injuries. When Casher had gone through that matter of hell, it crippled him permanently. Most wouldn't know to look at him, but Casher was a destroyed man.

He almost remembered a place like this. From some point in his past. Almost... but then it disappeared, slipping away from him before he could do anything but feel it's texture beneath his fingers. The door opened, and two identical women entered, both seeming a bit surprised to find him here. He didn't understand why they'd be surprised. Casher had been the one to find the lad. His life was now Casher's responsibility until he got better or died.

He glanced between the two women in turn. "Monday... Friday," he said to each.

"Would you excuse us?" the whore asked, with the barest nod to courtesy. He didn't know much about subtlety, but he knew that she had very little respect for... just about anybody that he could tell. Anybody whom couldn't afford her rates, by which he meant.

"Ain't got any reason to leave," Friday said, that shy smile on her pretty face. Casher had heard from Early that she was a maneater, but he hadn't seen anything of the sort from that awkward, shy doctor. Unless she was just shy around him... too much to assume.

"Not a problem," Casher got up as he spoke, drawing out a floaty expression from the doctor. "I was on my way out anyway."

His egress was interrupted as the captain took his place at the door. "Friday," he said, addressing the Companion. "How's my mechanic."

"She's Friday," Monday muttered.

"Damn it!" He growled, turning to the doctor. "Other Friday, same question."

"Comatose, and while the internal bleedin's finally stopped, I wouldn't expect t