She might also … be awake now.
Yu listened, first for the human, then for the shaman. He heard nothing. It seemed he would have to find out like a normal person. With his bucket full of cleaning utensils, he went back downstairs to store everything in the kitchen. In the morning, Bubs had readied everything for him, but by the time Yu had hauled all those damned drinks for Harrow and the rest, Yu had well discovered the supply cabinets on his own.
While Yu sorted everything away, Bubs moved in and out of the surgery on both sides, either checking on the human in the sick bay or swapping out tools to clean the workspace where he had treated her. Nothing Yu saw or heard suggested that the human was awake.
When he finished rinsing the last of his brushes and finally hung the last frayed towel back on its hook, Bubs passed by, took one look, and immediately got pissed because Yu had apparently clogged the sink. Yu knew Bubs must have been waiting for it. He had surely seen the sink earlier, during his many in-and-outs, but had chosen to save it — waiting until Yu believed he was finally done.
Bubs made him clean the food remnants out of the drain, which was an absolute pain to do without fingers. Yu ended up prying stuff out there with a fork clamped between his stumps. It was slow, clumsy work. As soon as Bubs left the room, Yu switched to using his beak. It was easier to hold and handle finer tools that way, but he refused to do it in front of Bubs. No way he was putting a fork in his beak and then sticking his head into the sink while Bubs watched. Yu would not give him that.
Naturally, when Yu was done, Bubs returned with another complaint. This time, he went after him for not cleaning the counter.
Was there a word for people who enjoyed watching others do their shit work, some bastard child of egoism and sadism? If not, it should be bubsism.
Pages:
Pages:
Pages: