"It's a power play. I promise, won't hurt a bit." Annie assured her with a sober nod. "Besides, you were with her, and Bee fell and...I don't know. You're grounded. Go to Christian Bale's room. He's pretty."

"Both of you, shut it for a sec." Cain grumbled without any real anger as he faced Julian. "I just got in, but I checked her charts and chewed her admitting the fuck out, he's a goddamn moron. They'll tell you her temp and white count are up, but she's a knocked up Slayer, s' normal. Disposition's miserable, which is her norm in a joint like this, she's healing fine, and I'm lookin' her over for the basics now...trauma, signs of infection, basically just bein' a paranoid doctor. Unless I find a concussion or something, she's just fine. Still staying overnight for safety's sake, but healthy as a horse and twice as ornery."

"Good boy." Annie cooed, walking over to pat Cain on the head and get glared at for her trouble. "Now back off and let the happy couple neck."