DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN MAD MAX OR ANY OF ITS RELATED CHARACTERS. This is for entertainment purposes only.

"WARBOY!" Toast yelled to the man who was currently taking a midday nap. He in turn shifted in his bunk ignoring her. Slit had pulled a 36 hour shift in one of the pits fixing up an old rig that had been brought in on a salvage run. He was supposed to be in the infirmary resting.

"I know damn well you can hear me!" she said loudly, hands on her hips. He had also been salvaged. They had found him 3 days ago half dead with a large gash running down the left side of his torso. He had refused to stay with Organic once he had been stitched, opting instead to get right back to work. He could barely walk straight with all the blood he had lost but he was also stubborn and full of pride.

"WARBOY!" He knew why she was here, he had ripped his stitches working on the rig and he had left a good amount of blood in his wake making it back to his bunk.

Toast had tried repeatedly to get him back to the infirmary but it was no use. Slit hated her and simply told her he didnt have to listen to a smeg of a breeder. She had huffed angrily and left him to his own devices.

One of the war pups had told her about him bleeding and the child seemed to overcome with grief about it that she had promised him that she would look in on Slit to make sure he was still alive.

She climbed up to his bunk and poked at him. "What the hell woman!" he said raising his voice a bit. "Let a man sleep"

She poked him some more, "Ill let you sleep when you get down to Organic an get those stitches fixed up, or do you wanna die soft in this bunk?"

He groaned, she smirked and he followed