Day 232

<——Day231    Day 233——>

As this could be my last day here I do what I can. Laurel and Hardy have finished putting everything in secure boxes. I give whoever wants one a free shower and I use the rest of the water to give people a hot bath.

As they get out I give everyone a check up. I tell whoever will listen my advice expecting them not to take it. I then go on my rounds.

This time I go back and forth between the homesteads, giving each property a weeks food.

I intentionally leave Neeti’s place for last. I don’t feel like dealing with her husband’s shit or her watching over my back. I have been given enough grief this week.

As I deliver the sacks of rice and grain I notice that there is no one here to greet me. I don’t like that. Neeti is usual here to keep an eye on me in case I pinch a pig or something.

I go to the farmhouse. I knock. It opens. The farmer gets out.

I don’t like him and the feeling is mutual.

Normally I would try to get out of there as quick as possible. Today? I don’t know. Maybe it was a smell in the air. Maybe I didn’t like the look on the arsehole’s face, but I do something I can’t believe myself doing.

I ask to see Neeti.

Farmer Billy Goat Gruff doesn’t like that. His body tenses as if he is ready to take a swing at me. He probably thinks I am out to fuck his wife behind the hayloft. From the way he treated Hardy I would just to spite him.

I am not a droid lover, (except maybe once in collage)but the way he whipped Hardy suggests that this prick would love to beat the shit out of some real slaves.

The farmer gets a smile on his face and calls out for Neeti.

Hardy was not the only one the mother-fucker had a go at. Neeti’s fur covers most of the damage but being a doctor I have enough experience knowing the signs.

She can’t even look at me, while her husband has this grin on his face like he just caught the mother of all cat fish. The son of a bitch is lording his brutality over me and inwardly saying. “I can do this. I can get away with it.”

When the fucker puts his hands on Neeti she shivers. I can tell she has been physically, mentally, and possibly sexually abused.

I point at Neeti and ask him if he did this? I don’t like his answer.

I ask him why he did this? I don’t like his answer.

I ask how his other wife feels about this. Later I had found out that Neeti takes all the abuse from the fucker, just like a big sister. It is even possible that they are sisters.

I don’t remember much between that moment and when Neeti started hitting me. I can piece together most of it by the state of the body and the blood spatter.

After hearing how he hurt Neeti I went back to the car to get my gun, I then walked back to the farmhouse and shot the bastard on his own porch.

After I came to I drove Neeti and the other distort women to the lab where I treated both of them. I then told Neeti to tell Ksenia what I did.

We doctors take an oath to do no harm. Tell that to the people who don’t have health insurance.

As far as I am concerned the dick-head was no longer my patient.

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