See? Way shorter of a wait. ;)

"No."

"But why, Elphie?"

"No."

"A doctor can help a lot more than I can!"

"No. Most medics work for the Wizard, and you wouldn't know which ones don't."

"So?"

"They would report back on my skin, Glinda. Honestly, keep up."

Elphaba looked up at Glinda through thin eyes, a glare on her face. She had been successfully herded, for lack of a better word, into one of many, many guest rooms in the mansion-like summer house. Glinda, the blissful blonde that she was, had come up with the idea of getting a doctor to help treat Elphaba.

But of course, it had been shot down.

"Alright, Elphie," Glinda said, obviously thinking about what to do instead. "Are you going to object if I say I'll do my best to help you?"

"I don't need to be helped. I'm fine."

"That's a lie, and we both know it. But since you didn't say the word 'no,' I'm using it as permission. Off with your cape and dress, Elphie."

Elphaba didn't move, merely looked up at Glinda with a complicated expression.

"Sweet Oz, not like that! I just can't dress your shoulder with your clothes in the way! Plus I bet they're sweaty and grimy, so I'll put you in one of my simpler dresses."

Elphaba grimaced openly at the idea of being put in one of Glinda's outfits. Almost all were pink; none were black or dark blue, the colors she normally wore.

"Ugh, fine," Elphaba spat out, unfastening her cape and tossing it across the room. The glare was back on her face as she unzipped her dress and stepped out of it.

Glinda smirked, then moved towards Elphaba, looking at the front of her left shoulder, then pushing her forward to look at the back. "Thank Oz, it went through. That means the bullet isn't still in you-"

"I know what it means, Glinda. Just hurry up." Elphaba's voice was weary, as if she was finally letting herself feel pain and exhaustion.

"Alright… Well, from what I know, since it went through where it did, nothing should be broken. Can you move your… of course you can, you carried Fiyero inside, what am I saying? Okay, I'm going to just wrap it up, since it can't be washed, and you're going to have to just not move it if you can help it, alright?"

Elphaba rolled her eyes, pulling her legs in so her chin rested on her knees. "Hurry. Up."

Glinda sighed, deciding to be silent. It would be over faster if she did. Pulling out some bandages that she had grabbed on their way to the room, Glinda began tightly binding up Elphaba's shoulder, wincing as the first layer turned slightly red. At least the wound had clotted; there was hardly any mess other than Elphaba's ruined clothes.

"Alright," Glinda spoke, satisfied with her work, "You stay here, I'll be right back with the dress you'll wear."

Elphaba's eyes widened slightly. "But what if somebody walks in."

Glinda was already out the door, and a mostly inaudible reply was all that was heard. "There's minimal staff right now, nobody will. Two clock ticks!"

In record time, but still over the two seconds Glinda had said it would take (obviously), Glinda came back with a white smock without frills.

"Wow, Glinda, I'm impressed. It's even the right height," Elphaba said, putting it quickly on.

"Well like I said, I'm not completely useless. Plus, you forget that fashion is my best subject."

"That isn't a-"

Glinda interrupted. "And now that you're all taken care of, I do believe it's time you told me what the hell went on that put dearest Fiyero in his current condition, why he was under a bridge, who shot you and why, and why did you break into my room." She thought for a moment. "Actually, I'd like a total recap going from when you left me on that carriage going back to Crage Hall."

Elphaba scooted backwards, then sat with her legs crossed. She traced a pattern on the bed for a few moments, sighed, then nodded.

"And no stalling this time."

"I know. Fine."