Phos frowned. "It depends. It could be pretty good in a couple of days, or it could take a couple of weeks. The best thing you can do in the meantime is keep it elevated, and ice it consistently. I have some stuff that can speed up the healing process, if you want."
"Yes, please. Are there any odd side effects I should know about? That's usually the case. And thank you for the help, by the way."
"You're welcome," he said. He stood up and went below the counter to search. "You may be a little.. what's the word... loopy while taking the medicine. But just take it before you go to bed, and you should be fine." ( )
"Again? Poppy, I apologize in advance for what I do, but please don't take a video?" he asked kindly, raising his eyebrows at her.
Her eyes widened with mock shock. "Me?" she asked, putting her hand to her heart as if offended. "I would never!"
"I won't. I promise," she said. "Not this time, anyway." Phos came up, and placed a small vial of a spring green liquid. "Here we are. Take a small sip of that before going to bed."
"That should be fairly soon. I think I might go to my room right now. Thank you for all your help, Phos," he said kindly, shooting him a look of gratitude.
"Of course," he said, nodding. "Take care of yourselves, you two." "Thanks, Phos," Poppy said, standing up. "We'll see you later, okay?"
Francis went to the door, opening it with the less injured hand, only wincing slightly. He held it open, inspecting the vial.
She walked through and waited for him on the other side. She grinned up at him, almost giddy. "So," she said, raising an eyebrow. "The return of 'Loopy Francis.' I've never been this excited."
"Oh, hush," he said, following her out. "I might just take it and go to sleep, just to avoid any embarrassment." (Their relationship is slowly winning me over.)
(Their relationship wins everyone over. It will soon take over the world.) "Well, if it's anything like last time, you will come to me anyway," she said, beaming at him. "So I just have to wait."
(World domination rules!) "Hmph. I'll Just lock myself in the bathroom and drink a lot of mouthwash. What will you do then?" He raised an eyebrow at her, smirking.
(Especially with a couple this cute!) They turned down their hallway, and Poppy chuckled. "Drinking mouthwash will get you drunk, as well as possibly kill you," she said. "So, on top of Loopy Francis, I'd have to deal with Drunk Francis. Is that really what you want?"
"Yes," he said sarcastically, "that's exactly what I want. And then I'd die. You'd have to deal with that."
"I've only seen you cry once. I don't want to see it ever again, therefore I'm not allowed to die. I'll only get drunk from the mouthwash, and that's it." He went to his door, opening it. "Is that good?"
"How do I know you won't overdose?" she said, crossing her arms. "That would be an embarrassing way to die."
"You'll just have to keep watch, then, because I don't want to die right now." He opened the door. "Speaking of which, I'm going to go take this right now."
