"It's not heavy. I'm stronger than I look."
JJ frowned at the pulling sensation on her arm as the doctor stitched her up. This time, the case had been local which had been a relief because she got to go home every night and she supposed another plus was when she got between a knife wielding unsub and the latest victim, she got to go to familiar ER staff to get the deep wound closed.
"I don't want you lifting anything over fifteen pounds with this arm for the next two weeks," the doctor said as he clipped the last suture thread and covered the area with a bandage. "To give the muscle time to recuperate."
JJ nodded inattentively and half listened to him list a variety of anti-inflamatories and antibiotics he was writing her prescriptions for before fitting her with a cloth arm sling and discharging her. She hopped off the bed and collected her jacket, dangling it over her good shoulder with her free hand.
Emily was in the waiting room, where JJ had left her, and the brunette stood when she saw JJ, placing her hand protectively at the small of JJ's back as they walked back to her car.
"I can't pick anything up over fifteen pounds for two weeks." JJ informed her with a pout as they pulled away from the pharmacy after filling the prescriptions. "I was supposed to move Henry's big boy bed into his bedroom this weekend."
"I'll do it." Emily offered quickly, shrugging when JJ looked doubtful. "It's not heavy. I'm stronger than I look, you know."
"Really?" JJ replied, her tone teasing. "Because I've seen you in a tank top and you're pretty buff. If you're stronger than that, that's just cheating."