Page 47 of Resistant

Again, I’m positive I have a dumb look on my face as they both look at me.

I shrug and shove our dirty clothes in the bag. I’ve already unloaded a week’s worth of clothing for both of us, and I practically preen when I see new tank tops, jeans, and a cardigan and fuzzy socks all in my size.

Sasha smiles at me as I finger the new things with glee.

“Girl, I got you stretchy jeans, you need to gain some weight. You are too thin, and there’s still a long road ahead for you.”

Declan is muttering as he follows her back to the front door. She steps out without another word and disappears into the Gray.

“What happened?”

“Fuck if I know.” He mutters and stalks to the lab.

Declan

I’m sifting through my notes in the lab, trying to find the common denominator that makes Brynn the key to whateverthisis.

I don’t know what Brynn is making in the kitchen but judging from the delectable smells that are wafting my way occasionally, it’s something that I’ll be willing to sin for. Bonus, Angel can cook. Which is good because I can burn water.

I’m getting ready to give up and take a break when two hard thumps shake the front door. I’m out of my chair and peeking through the windows, holding a hand out to stop Brynn from approaching. There isn’t anyone on the stoop, but an armed guard is making his way down the cracked driveway.

I open the door and see what appears to be a CLS. I snatch it up and bring it inside and unload the contents. This is more than a CLS, I have a couple of IFAKs, a trauma kit, miscellaneous standard combat equipment, and bingo, there’s a doctor kit as well which includes syringes, sutures. I’m organizing supplies out on the couch taking inventory. And apparently, I’m talking out loud to myself because Brynn points to my growing inventory.

“What is a CLS, and IFAK. What is all this stuff?”

“Angel, this stuff might save our lives. A CLS is a combat lifesaver kit. I can treat hemorrhaging and sucking chest wounds and other trauma-related injuries with this. An IFAK is an individual first aid kit, all marines have these. And there’s other combat field related supplies here as well, no helmet though. Guess they didn’t think we’d need that. There’s more, I have IVs, needles, sutures, and other treatment gear here too.”

“I can take some of your blood now too, Angel.” I smile at her, and she steps away from me.

“I’ll need to set up my microscopes too. Fucking finally, we can do something on our own to figure out what the fuck is going on.”

I pack the supplies away, and it occurs to me that we should pack some clothing and essentials in here too so we can leave quickly if needed. I’ll have to see if I can get a new rucksack. Brynn can easily carry one.

I turn to Brynn, and rub my hands together,

“Now Angel, what’s for dinner? I have a feeling I’m going to have to give up my whole tube of toothpaste to eat my fill. It smells delicious and I’m ravenous.”

Brynn goes a little pink in the face and says,

“Ham, we are having ham, potatoes and cake. I made a cake.”

I pull on the elastic on her pants to bring her into my space. “What kind of cake, Angel?”

“Chocolate.”

“Hmmm, chocolate and Brynn my favorite dessert.”

She snickers and pulls away.

“You aren’t sticking me with any needles today, Declan!”

“I promise, it won’t even hurt, one tiny stick.”

“Huh, I don’t trust any man’s judgment on the size of their stick, or anything else for that matter.”

I grin, “My stick is plenty for you Angel.”

“I know Declan, it’s a little tiny prick, isn’t it?” She snorts and pulls away.

---