Back at Raylan's condo Winona sinks onto the couch with her glass of wine, curling one leg underneath her. Empty Chinese containers litter the coffee table, but she's too tired to clean up.

"Is she asleep?" Gayle asks.

"Finally," Winona nods. "After a thousand questions about her father, and four stories." She sips the wine.

"You're still worried about Raylan, aren't you?"

"Bleeding in the brain is something to worry about, don't you think?"

"Did the doctor say it was serious?"

"Serious enough to keep him in the hospital." She chews her lip and stretches her legs out, pushing the containers aside and resting her feet on the edge of the coffee table. "He wasn't happy."

"Raylan or the doctor," Gayle says with a smirk.

Winona smiles in spite of herself. "Who do you think?"

"Look on the bright side," she suggests. "At least he won't be out in the field for a while, right?"

"That's true." She swirls the wine in her glass and glances up as headlights pass the window.

Gayle yawns, looking at her watch. "It's really late. I should get back to the hotel. I'm meeting Mama for breakfast and you know how early she gets up."

"I do. She invited us to join you, but Willa has a dentist appointment in the morning," Winona says. "I told Raylan I wouldn't be by until later in the day, unless he needs me."

"Why don't you bring Willa by the hotel when you're done? We can swim in the pool and I'll take her while you visit Raylan."

Winona takes a long drink of her wine. "You already got her a pedicure and two new dresses. If you take her again you'll be broke." She chuckles.

"I don't have any other little girls to spoil. Don't worry, there are things to do besides shop. Maybe we could go to a movie."

"She'd like that." She sets the glass down and starts to gather the Chinese food cartons. Gayle hops up to help and they carry them out to the kitchen.

"You could just stay here tonight," Winona says.

"And waste that whirlpool tub? I love you little sister, but no way." Gayle grins, then wraps her arms around Winona, giving her a hug. "Raylan's going to be fine. Don't you know by now how tough he is?"

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"I went to the dentist and didn't cry. No cavities!" Willa smiles broadly at her daddy, stretching her mouth wide to show as many of her teeth as possible. "Then we went swimming at Aunt Gayle's hotel. The pool is on the roof! Aunt Gayle says I'm a good swimmer. And then after that Aunt Gayle took me to see the new Minion movie."

Willa bounces by the bed, first on one foot then the other. "It was sooooo funny, Daddy! And we had popcorn and Aunt Gayle let me have some of her pop, too." She stops hopping and cocks her head at him, scowling. "You're not listening."

Hands planted on her hips, she looks so much like her mother that Raylan can't help laughing. His ribs punish him and he presses one hand to his side. "I promise I'm listenin'," he says. "You saw a funny movie and it looks like Aunt Gayle gave you too much caffeine."

Willa pouts. "What's that?" She screws up her face. "I didn't have that. All I had was popcorn and pop and some chocolate covered raisins."

"I don't get it," Winona grumbles, pulling a t-shirt out of the duffel bag. "She never feeds her own kids that stuff."

"She's bein' an auntie, not a mama," he says. "And she doesn't have to deal with the after effects since she's havin' dinner with your mother tonight." He reaches for the shirt.

"On second thought, maybe I did get the better end of the deal," she says with a smile. "Let me help you with that."

"I can do it," he says. But he winces when he raises his arm and Winona steps closer, easing the shirt over his head and guiding his arms in one at a time. It's less painful that way, but he's still clenching his jaw when they finish.

"I'm really surprised they're letting you go home so soon." Winona says. "I mean, it's only been two days since the explosion. Is he sure all the bleeding has stopped?"

"The way I've been poked and prodded and scanned he sure as hell oughta be sure." Winona raises an eyebrow, skeptical and he adds. "He seems to know what he's doin'."

She folds the hospital gown and tosses it on a chair. "You don't care as long as you get out of here."

At the window, Willa is stretching up and down on her toes, as if playing peek-a-boo with the sky. Next she twirls around, making her skirt fan out. "Can we get pizza for dinner, Mama?"

"I think you've had enough junk for one day," Winona said. "How about making some of those chicken tacos?"

"Daddy and I like pizza," Willa says, pouting.

"Chicken tacos sound good," Raylan says, giving Willa a grin. "You like those."

"I like pizza better."

Winona plumps Raylan's pillow and helps him ease back. "You might as well relax until Dr. Ravia gets here to check you out."

Willa twirls again and Winona sits in the chair and pulls the iPad out of her bag.

"Stop that," she says, handing her the device. Willa takes it and hops up onto the end of Raylan's bed.

"Do you want to play Plants vs. Zombies with me, Daddy?"

"Sure." He pats a spot on his good side and Willa scrambles up beside him. They both bend their heads to the game.

"No, Daddy, you gotta grab those sunshine globs or all your plants will die. Plants need sunshine."

"Got it."

Willa giggles. "The zombies are funny. What's that one riding on?"

"That's a Zamboni. They use it to smooth the ice at hockey games."

"No, Daddy, it's a Zomboni." She giggles again and Raylan groans. He looks up to see Winona watching them.

"What?"

"Nothing." She dips her head, pretending to search through her purse.

'Nah, what were ya thinkin' just then?" He presses.

"Frick and Frack," she says, laughing. "You two are so much alike."

"Ya know they were real?"

"Who?"

"Frick and Frack. They were in the Ice Follies. They were a duo. They did a comedy routine as they skated together."

"Ah. I didn't know that." Winona's eyebrow goes up. "I've missed your stories."

He clears his throat. "Are you gonna go back to the house now that Tomås isn't there?"

Willa looks up, listening to every word.

"I thought we'd stay with you for a few days," she says. "If only to make sure you don't try to go back to work."

"She's right," the doctor says, entering the room. "I'd like you to stay home the rest of the week, with two weeks of light duty after that."

Raylan scowls. "Two weeks?"

"At least." Dr. Ravia hands him the discharge papers. "I want to see you Friday. After that you can follow up with your regular physician." He nods to Winona. "Make sure he rests."

"Oh," Winona says, keeping her eyes on Raylan. "I will."