( she frowns, not quite happy but she can't really argue with his choice. she's a doctor, he's a firefighter, they both understand that choice )
Okay, but if I have to patch you up I'm going to be pissed.
( though her tone is still soft, not quite fitting her words. she'd be annoyed for a few seconds before worrying instead, doing her job to stitch him back up. and hopefully it was within her capabilities.
there's a softer smile on her, leaning into his hand, resting her hand on top of it. she leans back against the bed, encouraging him to move with her, her other hand resting on the back of his head. kiss her, sir, no more talk about you being injured )
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Okay, but if I have to patch you up I'm going to be pissed.
( though her tone is still soft, not quite fitting her words. she'd be annoyed for a few seconds before worrying instead, doing her job to stitch him back up. and hopefully it was within her capabilities.
there's a softer smile on her, leaning into his hand, resting her hand on top of it. she leans back against the bed, encouraging him to move with her, her other hand resting on the back of his head. kiss her, sir, no more talk about you being injured )