Once Evelyn was eventually allowed out from the hospital, she was taken back to Q's flat. The doctors had only agreed to let her leave if she was under constant supervision, and considering that Q had barely left her side since she's arrived, they were confident that she would be well looked after.

Admittedly, Q had struggled to get the wheelchair into the elevator in the tower block, but after that there were very few snags. She would be able to use crutches once her arm healed, and she was looking forward to getting back on her feet. Q had helped her out of the chair to sit up on the sofa, her broken leg resting on the coffee table in front. He sat beside her and handed her a cup of tea in the mug he had bought her as part of her last birthday. "How are you feeling? Do you need any more pain killers?"

"I'm fine, honey, really." Eve held the mug carefully in her hand. Eve's arm was still in a cast, just like her leg; her ribs were bruised but they had healed well, the other cuts and bruises were all but gone. She took a sip of tea and rested her mug on her lap, all the while Q studied her, watching for signs of pain that she wasn't telling him about. Evelyn Mason trusted the young Quartermaster fully, but she struggled to open up, even when she was in severe pain. Eve had always trusted Q, from day one - he was young, inquisitive, creative, a little cocky, a little too quick to act, but she had always liked him. Q was only a few years younger than her, and in their line of work that was rare – she had once joked it had been fate that they met.

Q sat back beside her, resting his hand on her thigh. "I was so worried about you, I thought they weren't going to let you out for months"

"You're always worried about me" she countered, smiling.

"Yes but this time you got hurt Eve" he said softly.

"Well it was going to happen sooner or later"

"Yes, I know, but this was serious – you could have died"

"Honey, stop. I'm alright, I'm here and I'm healing and I'll be fine." Seeing the concern in his eyes she sighed softly, "Here, put this down for me" she handed Q her mug, and once he'd sat it down she wrapped an arm around him tightly. Q cuddled in to her carefully, resting his arm across her stomach as he leant his head against her shoulder. She smiled as he snuggled into her, enjoying being close with him again - there hadn't been much opportunity in hospital.

"Please don't get hurt again" he mumbled into her shoulder.

"I'll try, QT"

He smiled widely and pressed a kiss to her neck. He was just glad to have her home.