Doctor Daze- part three

"Mia."

I froze.

Oh no.

Slowly, very slowly, I turned around like a Wurmple caught chewing through someone's berry stash. "...Yes, Ma'am?"

Captain Cyllene stood in the doorway of the supply cabin, arms crossed, a storm brewing in her expression. Two Galaxy guards flanked her—one looked worried, the other looked like he wanted to be anywhere else. Oshawott, traitorous little thing, immediately darted behind one of the guards and pretended he had no idea who I was.

The Captain's eyes narrowed. "I thought I told you to rest."

"I am resting!" I said brightly, hands still full of jars labeled Dried Pecha Slices and Medicinal Leeks.

"No. You're re-organizing the pantry and re-stocking it."

"Right," I said, grinning like this was perfectly logical. "Restocking is therapeutic. Very calming. I'm at total peace—see?" I gestured vaguely at my face. "Serenity."

One of the guards whispered, "She climbed a ladder with a stitched-up leg."

Cyllene's eyebrow twitched. That was never a good sign.

"Mia."

"...Yes, Ma'am?"

"Back. To. Bed. Now."

I hesitated. "What if I brought the bed here—"

"MIA."

The dried leeks slipped from my hands and thumped pathetically against the floor.

"But I was bored," I mumbled as Cyllene marched toward me. "There's only so much staring-at-the-wall I can do before I lose brain cells. I thought helping out would—EEK—"

She picked me up.

She literally picked me up.

Like a sack of misbehaving potatoes.

"Captain—! This is excessive!" I cried, flailing slightly. "I'm too old to be carried like a child!"

"You're not too old to be a stubborn fool," she said flatly.

Behind her, one of the guards bit his tongue to keep from laughing.

Oshawott waddled beside us, giving me a see? I told you so look as I was carried out of the supply hut.

"You'll thank me when your leg hasn't reopened and bled all over the rice stores," Cyllene muttered, kicking the door of my cabin open with military precision.

"I was using a stool!" I protested.

"You were on the top shelf."

"...Okay, briefly."

She set me down on my futon like it was a jail cell. "You will remain here. You will rest. You will not touch a broom, basket, shelf, or crate. Am I clear?"

I pouted. "...Like Obsidian Falls."

"That's what I thought."

She turned and marched out, muttering something about requisition forms and how she wasn't paid enough for this.

Oshawott climbed onto the bed, tail swishing smugly. "Wott."

I buried my face in the pillow with a groan.

"I get it, okay? No more shelf adventures. Happy now?"

"Wott."

"...You tattled, didn't you?"

He blew a bubble.

Total betrayal.

I flopped onto my back, arms sprawled out dramatically.

"So much for serenity."