44 - "I'll drive you to the hospital."

Happy took her leftovers out of the microwave when it beeped. They didn't smell nearly as good as they did last night, but she didn't care. She was starving.

She opened the silverware drawer and pulled out a fork. She mixed the chicken and broccoli around in the container.

Toby yelped from the bathroom. Happy, with furrowed brows, looked up from her food. "Toby? You good in there?"

There was a pause, making her freeze. "Yeah. All good in the hood, Hap."

She narrowed her eyes. He was not good.

She abandoned her leftovers on the counter, walking down the hallway and into the bathroom. Water ran from the shower head, she could hear it. She whipped the curtain open. Her husband sat, crouched against the wall, knees pulled up to his chest. His body dripped.

She shut the water off before dropping to his level. He was clearly in pain. "All good in the hood," she mocked.

Toby opened his mouth, then closed it. "Well, I didn't want you to worry." He didn't bother covering himself. She'd seen him naked enough times. She was his wife, after all.

Happy raised her chin and eyed his ankle. She may not have been a doctor, but she could still tell it didn't look right. "I am worried. What happened?"

He sighed, spewing water droplets. His brown eyes settled on her. "One second, I'm nailing the chorus to I Will Survive, and the next, I'm on the ground."

"C'mon, Gloria Gaynor." She extended her hand. "I'll drive you to the hospital."

Shaking his head, Toby knitted his eyebrows and made a circle with his lips. "Hospital? Why would I need to go visit a bunch of dim-witted quacks in scrubs just so they give me a diagnosis I can do at home?"

"Because," her hand tensed, "you're gonna either downplay your injury or you're not gonna acknowledge it at all so Cabe doesn't get the chance to make fun of you."

He scoffed.

Happy raised a stern eyebrow. "Am I wrong?"

He melted under her glare, shoulders shrinking into his chest. "No. ...I probably sprained my ankle."

"Toby!" she chastised.

He shrugged. "What? ...It doesn't feel...that bad."

She rolled her eyes. "Let's go." She wrapped her hand around his and pulled. "We're going to the hospital."

"Happy-"

He let her pull him anyway.

"Do not argue with me, doc." She put his arm across her shoulders, helping him walk. "We're going. ...But you gotta put on some clothes first."