AN: Yes, I had to be rescued. Probably for the best, really. I needed painkillers. And help getting that glove off.
Christineoftheopera-Until the status-quo-is-God rule kicks in, that is.
Johanna Crane-I tried to tell them. Think they'll listen next time?
Just-Me-and-My-Brain-People have a thing about eyes. Cut off a leg? They'll cope. Threaten an eye? Not so much.
In…out. In…out.
Breathing had never been this much work.
"Kitty?"
"Ow."
"What happened to you?"
How had he picked the lock so quickly? Oh, never mind…
"I got thrown into a gargoyle and then down a flight of stairs."
"I'll kill him." he said, undoing the glove's straps. "Twice."
"I've had worse. Remember Bolton?"
"Don't remind me."
That may have been worse, but this really hurt. Safety be damned, she was wrapping these ribs.
"Okay…look at me."
Now?
Oh, very well. She supposed they had to get it over with.
"Okay…no concussion. What hurts?"
"Everything."
"I need specifics, Kitty."
"Ribcage."
It occurred to her that if anyone were walking by, they would almost certainly make a OH JESUS MOTHERFUCKING CHRIST…a snide comment about getting…getting a room.
Ow.
"Two cracked ribs."
"Great. That's…that's great."
He put his glove and mask back on and she closed her eyes again. She'd get up in a minute…go to medical, get some painkillers and a wrap…but not right this second.
He picked her up-did those needles have to be so sharp? And right there?-and carried her out into the hall.
"You sure know how to sweep a girl off her feet."
"Don't scare me like that again."
"It wasn't intentional."
"Still."
Heartless monster, indeed. Idiot reporters.
He was warm and she wondered if she could doze off, just until they went downstairs.
Mm. Warm.
"Heya, Doc…Kitty! What happened?"
Oh, no. She was not in the mood for Harley.
"Batman happened."
"That jerk! I'll kill him! I'll…I'll…I'll beat him with my mallet!"
"Aim low."
She could hear her skipping down the hall for several minutes afterwards.
Warm…
"Kitty. Kitty, wake up."
Huh? So soon? She'd been kind of comfortable, actually.
Damn.
"Take something. I have an appointment to keep. You're sure you'll be all right? You don't need anything?"
"I'm okay."
"Try to stay out of trouble next time."
Humph. She hadn't gotten into trouble on purpose. Besides, it was rather his fault in the first place.
"Fine."
He set her down on a gurney and left without another word. Pills first, wrap second, then to the foyer.
She had some setting up of her own to do.
THE END