A/N "Dedja" means grandfather in Hungarian. Enjoy!

She saw him walking through the h, and shouted after him. "Yo! Baldy, Romano, whatever the hell your name is!" He walked in through the open door and looked at her.

"Yes?"

"Can you do me a favor?"

"What?"

"When's your break?" she asked him.

"In ten minutes." He looked rather curious.

"I'll give you the money, but could you run down to a wawa or something and get me one of those big bags of Doritos and a two liter of coke? I can't stand hospital food. Oh yea, and a bag of starbursts. I'll even give you extra if you do." She flashed her best disarming grin at him. she needed something to take her mind off the pain. he looked at her with a shocked, somewhat appalled look on his face. "what? All I did was ask you to run down the street for me, and I said I'd pay you."

"What makes you think I'd do that?"

"Because you respect me. You think that I'm cool cause I can speak 3 languages and make fun of the staff the same way you do. Besides I'm a spoiled brat, didn't you notice?"

"I've noticed." She laughed at him, and how he attempted sarcasm.

"Please?" she whined at him, before she reached down for her pants, only to realize that they weren't there. "Did you save my pants? I have my money in there." He gave a cursory glance around the room for any trace of her clothing.

"Can't say that we did. How much did you have in there?"

"Fifty and my credit card." He nodded, before he walked out the door.

"You owe me, and you owe me big." She laughed at how the doctor showed some trace of humanity, before the next one, her real one walked in.

"Hello there Smitty."

"Do you have to call me that?"

"It's fun." He rolled his eyes.

"I liked you better when you were quiet and on morphine." She grinned at him, but had something of a haunted look in her eyes when he mentioned that.

"Yes, but I'm not. So you have to put up with me."

"What do you owe Romano?" He asked as he checked her vitals.

"I made him go get me good food, not the crap they serve here." He moved to the foot of the bed to check on her burns, and laughed a bit.

"You actually got the heartless one to do something you wanted to?"

"The trick is proving yourself better than him. As long as he thinks he's better than you, he doesn't care what you think."

"What are you, a psychiatrist?"

"Was. Tried it for a year, found out I was crazier than most of my patients and stopped." She made it sound like a joke, but she knew that it was true. He chuckled at that, before he stepped back.

"Well, you look like you're in good shape, I'll have you start on physical therapy tomorrow. You're going to have to start small though, you do realize that?"

"Yes dedja." He laughed at the use of the other language.

"Dedja? Shouldn't that be mother?"

"No, my deja was the one who was always the one who did all that 'be careful' shit. Not mum." He laughed.

"well then, at least it's a change of scenery so that you don't wind up with cabin fever."

"I already have gotten it. If I could walk, I'd probably be reenacting the Shining right now." He had to give her the fact that her sarcasm could be funny, when she wasn't directing it directly at him.

"Anything you need?"

"Baldy's getting the only things."

"I'll be back in an hour then." She nodded, at let him walk out, watching the way his muscles moved under the white lab coat as he gracefully left.