This devil mind will think of something

By the time Stella was done, she was so exhausted that she could barely keep her eyes open. The doctor who had seen to her wounds had probably given her painkillers, whose effect was now wearing off and Stella could now easily tell where the wounds were, and how deep.

Den had listened to Stella's whole story without even saying a word. Now he looked up from his lap and said, "The Zukao brothers, huh? I could take on two, probably even three on. But all of them at a time? Impossible."

Stella chuckled, "Don't worry about them. I'll deal with them myself."

Den was surprised, "How? You have a plan?"

Stella tapped her forehead and winced in pain, "Oww. No I don't. Yet. This devil mind will think of something."

Den smiled and shook his head, "But why don't you want to go back home?"

Stella: "What are you, retarded? Didn't you hear the story? The whole reason I got into this mess was because I ran away from home."

Den: "But isn't it all yours? Don't you want it back?"

Stella: "Of course I do. But let that witch enjoy it for a few more days. I'll handle her too."

Den: "How?"

Stella smiled and Den said, "Ohhh, that devil mind."

Stella's eyes were almost drooping by this time. Den slapped his forehead, "That's right. Simon told me to let you get lots of rest. And I've kep you awake for so long. There you go."

He stood up and helped Stella lie down and tucked her in as she asked, "Who's Simon?"

Den: "He's the doctor that came to see you. Now don't worry about anything. Go to sleep."

As he began to walk out the door, Stella said, "Hey Sharp? Thank you."

Den turned around and smiled. He had almost reached the door. He turned back towards the door and said, "Stay as long as you want, McCartney."

It had been a month since Stella washed ashore at Den's cottage. Her wounds were still healing and she was not allowed to walk unsupervised, but she could sit up for long periods of time in which Stella got really bored.

Stella was lying in bed staring at the ceiling when Den entered with a tray of food in his hands. Stella looked at him and giving no reaction, went back to staring at the ceiling.

Den was surprised and worried as he rushed over, keeping the tray on a table, "What's wrong? Something hurts? Where? Did some wound open?"

Stella looked at Den and let out a sad smile, "Hey Sharp. I'm going to die."

Den was horrified as he shouted, "What do you mean? Where? Did any wound open? Tell me!!!!!!"

Stella looked at him and said, "I will be bored to death."

Den sat down on a chair beside Stella's bed and let out a sigh, "I swear to god McCartney. If you weren't so wounded, I would personally strangle you to death."

Stella chuckled as she sat up, "So what's for dinner today?"

Den crossed his arms, "After the stunt you just pulled? Nothing."

Stella made a crying face as she said, "I might survive the boredom, but I'll surely die of the tyranny."