"I know you don't," she said, looking very nervous. "But I am kinda really, stupidly in love with you, and if something were to happen to you and I didn't do anything to fix it, I'd be really pissed at myself."
She pulled away after a moment, her hands cupping his jaw. "Just do this for me, okay?" she murmured gently. "Then we can go home and make out or something."
"What? No, of course not," she said indignantly. There was a pause before she paused, giving him a mischevious smile. "And if you did, we could just take a bath or something to clean you up."
Eventually a young lady opened the door, squinting at the paper. "Warner? What did you do this time?" "Same old, same old."
"It looks really ugly," Addie maintained stubbornly. "It's all black and infected, and I don't want him to transform or something."
The doctor gave her a small smile. "Oh, they always look like that. The attacks aren't infected, it's just a side effect because they're from purgatory."
Her brow furrowed and she still looked worried, rubbing Warner's back. "Could you still check it out? If only for my peace of mind?"
