Touched with a pang of sympathy, Valkyrie unfolded herself from her Lotus and scooted over to sit next to his prone form, trying to ignore just how...well, how cuddly he looked. Seriously, not only was the body fabulous, but she could just see how perfect it would be to stretch out next to him and rest her head on that broad chest...
Leaning over, she threw an arm across his chest and pressed her cheek to his briefly in a modified hug, forcing herself to make it quick. "She'll be fine." she whispered. "Just wait."
"Thank you, Kreskin."
Valkyrie bolted upright at the sound of Cain's voice, eyes flying to his looming form in the doorway. He was even more intimidating in his surgical scrub pants and wifebeater. He'd gotten his shoes off, but the stethoscope around his neck indicated he'd gotten home not long before examining Billie.
"Don't give me that look, I don't need a soddin' chaperone." she bit off at Cain's expression, accent thickening with agitation. "How's our girl?"
Grunting, Cain moved into the room and rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay, so far, but she's in for a shitty time of it. Jules explained her deal to me, though, and considering what she's capable of? High metabolism's probably got her shooting up more than most. Same thing'll probably save her from a lengthy detox. I'm thinking a couple of days of hell before she can start getting herself back on her feet...keep her here a week total, I don't even think a hospital stay's necessary. But we ain't fucking moving her, so that shit's out."
"Thank you, Dr. Feelgood." Valkyrie deadpanned, rolling her eyes. "Jack, I'm sorry, my brother's an arse. Cain, this is her big brother Jack...Jack, Dr. Cain Callahan. He's a trauma surgeon and cardiac specialist at Our Lady of Perpetual Help Medical Center."
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Leaning over, she threw an arm across his chest and pressed her cheek to his briefly in a modified hug, forcing herself to make it quick. "She'll be fine." she whispered. "Just wait."
"Thank you, Kreskin."
Valkyrie bolted upright at the sound of Cain's voice, eyes flying to his looming form in the doorway. He was even more intimidating in his surgical scrub pants and wifebeater. He'd gotten his shoes off, but the stethoscope around his neck indicated he'd gotten home not long before examining Billie.
"Don't give me that look, I don't need a soddin' chaperone." she bit off at Cain's expression, accent thickening with agitation. "How's our girl?"
Grunting, Cain moved into the room and rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay, so far, but she's in for a shitty time of it. Jules explained her deal to me, though, and considering what she's capable of? High metabolism's probably got her shooting up more than most. Same thing'll probably save her from a lengthy detox. I'm thinking a couple of days of hell before she can start getting herself back on her feet...keep her here a week total, I don't even think a hospital stay's necessary. But we ain't fucking moving her, so that shit's out."
"Thank you, Dr. Feelgood." Valkyrie deadpanned, rolling her eyes. "Jack, I'm sorry, my brother's an arse. Cain, this is her big brother Jack...Jack, Dr. Cain Callahan. He's a trauma surgeon and cardiac specialist at Our Lady of Perpetual Help Medical Center."