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She nodded again. The nurse helped her down, and gave her what was left of her clothes when she asked. The bra, cut through, was a total loss. The shirt - not much left of that, either. The nurse came up with a loose black T-shirt from lost and found and got her presentable, and the doctor came around to give her a quick once-over. From the brisk way they dispensed with her, a little sulfuric acid burn was barely worth working up a sweat about, at least in Morganville.
"How bad is it?" she asked Shane as he wheeled her through the halls to the exit. "I mean, is it, like, really gross?"
"Unbelievably gross," he said. "Horror movie gruesome."
"Oh God."
He relented. "It's not so bad. It's about the size of a quarter. Your teacher guy did a good job chopping up your clothes and getting it away from your skin. I know it hurt like hell, but it could have been a lot worse."
There had been a lot more in the beaker in Gina's hand. "Do you - do you think she was going to - ?"
"Pour it all on you? Hell yeah. She just didn't have time."
Wow. That was...unpleasant. She felt hot and cold and a little sick, and it had nothing to do with shock this time. "I guess that was Monica's payback."
"Some of it, anyway. She'll be really pissed now that it didn't go over the way she thought it would."
The idea of Monica being really pissed wasn't the best way to end the day - and it was the end of the day, she realized as Shane rolled her up to the automatic glass double doors.
It was dark.
"Oh," she said, and covered her mouth. "Oh no."
"Yeah, well, we've got transpo covered, at least. Ready?"
She nodded, and Shane suddenly accelerated her chair into a flat-out run. Claire yelped and grabbed for the handles, feeling utterly out of control as the chair bounced its way down the ramp and skidded to a halt just inches from the shiny black side of Eve's car. Eve threw open the passenger door, and Claire tried to get up on her own, but Shane grabbed her around the waist and lifted her straight into the seat. It took seconds, and then he was kicking the wheelchair back toward the ramp, where it bumped into the railing and sat there, looking lost.
Shane dived into the back. "Punch it!" he said. Eve did, as Claire struggled to find some kind of seat belt setting that wouldn't reduce her to gasps and tears of pain. She settled for hunching forward, bracing herself on the massive dashboard, as Eve peeled out of the parking lot and raced down the dark street.
The streetlights looked eerie and too far apart - was that deliberate? Did the vampires control even how far apart they built the lights? Or was she just freaked beyond belief?
"Is he there?" Shane asked, leaning over the seat back. Eve shot him a look.
"Yeah," she said. "He's there. But don't put me in the middle of it. I have to work there, you know."
"I promise, I won't tick off your boss."
She didn't believe him - that much was clear - but Eve turned right instead of left at the next light, and in about two minutes pulled up at the curb in front of Common Grounds, which was ablaze with light.
Crowded, too. Claire frowned, but before she could even ask, Shane was out of the car and heading inside the coffee shop.
"What's he doing?" she asked.
"Something stupid," Eve said. "How's the burn? Hurts, huh?"
Claire would have shrugged, but when she even thought about it the imagined pain made her flinch. "Not so bad," she said bravely, and tried a smile. "Could have been a lot worse, I guess."
"I guess," Eve agreed. "Told you classes were dangerous. We need to get this under control. You can't go back if this kind of thing happens."
"I can't quit!"
"Sure you can," Eve said cheerfully. "People do it all the time. Just not people like you - oh, damn."
Eve bit her black-painted lip, eyes wide and worried as she stared through the window at the brightly lit interior of the shop. And after a few seconds, Claire saw what she was worried about: the hippie manager, Oliver, was standing at the window watching them right back, and behind him, Shane was pulling up a chair to the far-corner table, where a dark shape was sitting.
"Tell me he's not talking to Brandon," Claire said.
"Um...okay. He's not talking to Brandon."
"You're lying."
"Yeah. He's talking to Brandon. Look, let Shane do his thing, okay? He's not as stupid as he looks, mostly."
"But he's not - Protected, right?"
"That's why he's talking in Common Grounds. It's sort of a truce spot. Vampires don't hunt there, or they're not supposed to, anyway. And it's where all kinds of deals and treaties and stuff get made. So Shane's safe enough in there."
But she was still biting her lip and looking worried. "Unless?" Claire guessed.
"Unless Shane attacks first. Self-defense doesn't count."
Shane was being good, as far as Claire could see.... His hands were on the table, and although he was bent over saying something, he wasn't slugging anybody. That was good, right? Although she had no idea what he could be saying to Brandon, anyway. Brandon wasn't the one who had poured acid on her back.
Whatever Shane said, it didn't seem to go down too hard; eventually, Shane just shoved his chair back and walked out, nodding to Oliver on the way out. Brandon slid out from behind the table, dark and sleek, to follow Shane to the doorway, close enough to reach out and grab him. But that was just a mind game, Claire realized as she started to yell a warning. Brandon wanted to freak him out, not hurt him.
Shane just looked over his shoulder, shrugged, and exited the coffee shop. When Brandon started to follow, Oliver reached across and put his arm in the way. By the time Brandon had snarled something at him, Shane was in the car, and Eve was already gunning it away from the curb.
"Do we need to be afraid now?" she asked. "Because I'd like a head start before the official terror alert goes up."
"Nope. We're clear," Shane said. He sounded tired, and a little strange. "Claire's got a free pass.
Nobody's going to come after her. Including Monica and her sock puppets."
"But - what? Why?" Claire asked. Eve evidently didn't have to ask. She just looked grim and angry.
"We did a trade," Shane said. "Vampires are all about the one-up."
"You're such an idiot!" Eve hissed.
"I did what I had to do! I couldn't ask Michael. He wasn't - " Shane bit off whatever he was about to say, violently, and got the anger in his voice under tight control. "He wasn't around. Again. I had to do something. Claire wasn't kidding. They'll kill her, or at least, they'll hurt her so bad she'll wish they'd finish it up. I can't let that happen."
