She nodded, standing up. "He just wants me to be there when I'm proven wrong," she grumbled to the doctor as she entered the room.
He sat at the table, lifting his shirt and removing the bandage. The doctor came in with her clipboard, beginning her check-up.
They both seemed used to this. Warner started to pull out a cigarette casually. The woman looked up with a glare, stealing it out of his hand. "You know the rules." "I'm just messing."
She rolled her eyes, displacing a bit of wind to ruffle his hair. "Hush. Let the doctor make sure you're not dying again."
She pursed her lips, cleaning up the wound and patching him up. "Alright. Just clean it and make sure to change the bandages. It'll heal."