Part 20

>Waking up in an unfamiliar bed, and staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling, you're momentarily confused before the events of last week slapped you in the face once more.
>it was still a shock, and you were honestly surprised that the model droid that had nearly strangled you to death had not popped up in your now only semi-infrequent nightmares.
>You could only hope that this was a good thing, and that whatever had triggered this shitshow would latch onto someone else rather than stick to you.
>The thought of Lulu or Sammy being in so much danger again set your teeth on edge.
>You rise, stretching as you do so, the pain in your side almost completely gone though the area is still generally sore.
>Throwing on a white button up shirt and a pair of black pants, you look at yourself in the mirror and frown.
>the bruising around your neck is mostly gone at this point, only a specter of sickly yellow, but the reminder of your near death is something you still are uncomfortable with, reminding you of how you'd cringe when looking at your bullet scar or the mostly faded electrical burn just barely to the right of the center of your chest from when you'd stress tested a botler model with a prototype taser and almost had your heart fried by it.
>You can only shake your head to dispel the thoughts floating through it as you leave your room.
>The temporary housing is even smaller than home, coming across as cramped in comparison, but your insurance had come through and you'd hopefully be back home by next week.
>Sammy is busying herself in the combination kitchenette and dining room, only to let out a groan of frustration as her new hand accidentally squeezes the handle of an old mug she was pouring coffee into with more for then necessary and it breaks, sending the cup to the ground to shatter.
>"Still having trouble with calibrations?" You ask her worriedly, making her jump as she notices you.
>"Ah, yes Master, it seems like I'll be doing more work with my right hand until this new hand settles in" She says, obviously embarrassed as she moves to clean up the mess.
>"I could talk to Marcus from work about it if you'd like, maybe get you an appointment to get the hand looked at if it's giving you so much trouble?" You ask softly, only to blink as she recoils in horror.
>"NO!" She exclaims, only to pause as soon as she sees your shocked expression "I-I mean, there's no need to waste the good Doctor's time, just going to need to do some more calibrating is all!"
>Before you can say anything more, Lulu enters the room, carrying a basket of laundry "Ah, Hello Sammy, Sir!" She says happily "The laundry machines in this building are so efficient! What would take at least an hour back home is only forty five minutes here!"
>You shoot her a smile "I'll have to ask what brand they buy, we can save up and buy one for the house" you reply.
>"That would be lovely" Lulu sighs before noticing the mess from the dropped mug "Oh no, what happened" She asked, retuning your attention to Sammy, who looked like she wanted thee earth to swallow her up.
>"Just a little fritz with the new hand is all, I'm just going to clean that up" Sammy said, looking anywhere but at Lulu's face.
>"Oh, if you need any help with calibration I'd be more than happy to help, I'm a bit of an old hat at that kind of thing by this point" Lulu says in a self depreciating manner, making both you and Sammy blink.
>"Have you had to have a hand replaced before?" Sammy asked as she stared owlishly at Lulu.
>"Both of them actually, it honestly wasn't that surprising all things considered, what with my age" Lulu explains "Calibration is always finicky, especially if the parts aren't from the same model series, so I can completely understand what you're going though"
>Those words seemed to do something, as an almost visual wave of relief passed over Sammy, who quickly went about cleaning up the mess she'd accidentally made.
>"So, what's on the docket for today, Girls?" you ask as Lulu begins to fold and sort the laundry while Sammy tosses the mug's pieces and the paper towels she'd used to clean up the spillage from it in the trash.
>"Breakfast will be done in a few minutes Master!" Sammy says happily "It's a new breakfast casserole I've just been dying to try my hand at"
>"And after Breakfast we can all sit down and watch some television, as you schedule is clear for today, Sir!" Lulu chipped in.
>Ah, a rare day in then, you think to yourself until you're drawn out of your thoughts by a knock on the door.
>"I'll go get that" You say, not wanting the girls to have to drop what they're doing just to answer the door.
>"Yes, how can I help y-?" you begin to ask as you open the door, only to stop cold when you see who's on the other side.