"You ready for this?" Tora smiled down at Marron as a nurse helped the little girl into a wheelchair. It was her first day of physical therapy, the first major step towards letting her come home. He was a bit nervous for her, to be honest. Marron could still move, but her muscles had atrophied just enough to make everything difficult for her and walking nearly impossible. They just needed to build her muscles up a little bit again. When Eighteen had caught him and Marron with their faces covered in ice cream the day before, it wasn't because they were messy. It was because Marron was having a hard time bringing the spoon to her mouth and Tora decided to make a game of it and smeared the ice cream on his own face twice as bad so she would laugh instead of cry.

The nurses seemed to think therapy would take a few weeks, but then Marron could go home and continue with outpatient therapy only if needed. It gave Tora hope. Eighteen's spirits were certainly brighter and his own were as well. They laughed at themselves because neither one of them could seem to stop smiling.

Marron nodded excitedly. "I'm ready to get out of here," she said. "It feels like I've been here forever." She looked around as they wheeled her down to the physical therapy room. She shrank back at all the stuff that was in there. Handle bars in a row down a length of the room, balls, weights and a few other things she couldn't name. Something tugged at the back of her mind and she looked over at her mother, "Don't we have a room like this at home?"

Eighteen looked at Marron, surprised, but happy. "Yes, yes we do. You remember that, honey?" She remembered bringing most of their workout stuff from the Kame house after Krillin passed away. Most of it was his, but she set it up in a gym room and worked out in it every day when she could. Marron had come and helped her count her reps on many occasions.

Marron nodded. "Kinda. I definitely remember those," she said as she pointed to the weights in the corner of the room.

Tora grinned. "See? She'll remember everything in no time," he said confidently. He shot a wink at Eighteen before he stepped back a bit to give the nurse some room to work as she stopped at the end of the handrails and helped Marron to stand, placing her hands on the rails and giving her instructions. Tora chewed his lip, watching carefully, prepared to grab Marron at any moment if it looked like she would falter. As it was, she looked nervous and unsure of herself as she wobbled on her feet, gripping the rails as tightly as her little hands would let her. "Give it a try, baby," Tora encouraged. "You can do it."

Marron scrunched up her face as she gripped the handrails tightly, her little knuckles white with the effort as she did. Her foot didn't seem to want to do what she told it to, didn't want to step exactly where she wanted to place it.

Eighteen crouched at the end of the rails, holding her arms out to her little girl. It was almost endearing the way Tora looked at her, encouraging her on. She never would have believed it. A few short months ago, if someone had told her this was where she would be, she would have punched them. "Maybe when we get you out of here, baby girl, we can take you on a play date with Paige and Alice. They'll get you back up and running in no time."

Tora felt like he was having a hard time breathing as he stared anxiously at Marron, almost as if trying to will her legs to work for her. 'Come on, Marron,' he thought, 'You can do this. Move your leg.' It was hard for him to understand completely. Saiyans always healed so fast and never had a problem with any kind of physical movement. Their strength very rarely failed them. To see her struggling to even take a first step was disheartening. "Try, Marron. I know you can do this."

Marron nodded and focused as hard as she could. It was as if her legs had fallen asleep and now they wouldn't wake up. Pins and needles ran through her as she finally took the first step. She grinned down at it. It was a little lopsided, but she had done it. Looking back up, her face fell when she saw how far she had to go. Tears welled in her eyes as she caught sight of the clock, it had taken her five minutes to do just that first step. "How long do I have to do this? Can't we go home and do this, Mommy?"

Eighteen felt her heart drop a little bit and she lowered her hands a little. "This is only for a little while more, Marron. If you make it to me, we can take a break and we can get a treat," she said, looking at the clock herself. It was going to be a while, but her daughter was awake and that was all that mattered. Everything would come together eventually.

"Ha!" Tora laughed triumphantly. "They say the first step is the hardest. You'll be running down that thing before you know it." He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest as he smiled at her. He watched as she looked down at her feet, willing them to move, finally taking another step. "She's strong like you," he murmured to Eighteen, a definite tone of approval in his voice.

Eighteen gave him a smile, turning her attention back to her daughter, speaking softly, "She's strong like her father." She felt a comfort somehow, thinking about it that way. She could almost imagine Krillin helping her down the pathway. Tora standing to the side, cheering her on and she at the finish line, waiting for them all to get there. Her mind flickered to Jenny, wondering how her path to the finish line was going as well. Marron tripping on her next step shook her from her thoughts and she gave a cry as she saw her girl falling towards the floor.

Tora moved so fast, he might as well have vanished. He caught Marron before she hit the floor. "Easy," he soothed, seeing her face turn red in embarrassment and frustration. He stood her upright, ignoring the surprised expression on the physical therapist's face. "It's okay. We all slip sometimes," Tora said softly. "All that matters it that you keep going. You focus on your goal. On that finish line." He turned and pointed towards Eighteen at the end of the walk. "You're tough. You can do anything you set your mind to. Now don't get upset. Do it again." He stood up straight and stepped back, his hands on his hips as he looked expectantly at her.

Marron rubbed at her eyes a moment before she looked up at him, seeing his determined face, the solid resolve there. She nodded and looked at her mother again, gripping the railing tight as she kept on working through her seemingly numb legs. They felt more like jelly than anything, but with each step she took, a miniscule amount of feeling returned to her and she strove to do it again, and again, and again.

Eighteen cheered as her daughter finally made it to her arms and she scooped up her little girl and twirled her around. "You did it! I'm so proud of you, baby girl!" She looked at Marron, seeing the exhaustion on her face from such a simple task, but she had to remind herself that this was hard for someone like her. "You did amazing."

Tora grinned and ruffled Marron's hair. "Told ya you could do it," he grinned. His heart swelled with pride and he was tempted to hug them both, but then thought better of it. He stepped back and smiled. "Now you just gotta practice."

They spent the rest of the afternoon in the physical therapy room, working with Marron. Not only focusing on her legs, but her arms as well, picking up items, trying to write or manage a spoon better. By the time they returned to her room, the poor little thing was exhausted.

Tora helped tuck her in bed and read her one of the stories he'd read to her while she was still sleeping. He didn't make it very far into the story before she was nodding, her eyes heavy. He chuckled and closed the book. "Rest. I'll be back in the morning," he promised and brushed her hair out of her face. "I'm so proud of you, Marron." He smiled and turned to Eighteen. "I guess I'd better get going."

Eighteen smiled at him as he tucked her daughter into bed. She looked towards the door and then thumbed at it. "Come on, I'll walk you out to your bike," she said and started down the hallway. "You were really great today." She crossed her arms as she passed all the familiar nurses in the wing, giving them small waves. "You going to be back tomorrow? I know how you like to go training every so often. I think it would mean a lot to Marron if you were there for her."

"Yeah, I'll be back tomorrow," he answered. He looked down at her as they walked and he spoke what he'd been thinking for two days now. "You know, Eighteen, you're really beautiful when you smile. I think I could stare at your smile for days." He reached over and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as they walked out the front doors. He turned suddenly and grabbed her hands, pinning her against the side of the building. "You never did let me kiss you," he said huskily and leaned in, pressing his lips to hers before she even had a chance to react.

Eighteen's eyes widened as she suddenly was forced against the wall of the building, his body pressing up against hers. His lips were hot and firm against her own. Her body suddenly ached at the hardness she felt pressed up against her; she hadn't felt a man's touch since the night before Krillin died. She had missed this. A small moan escaped her lips before she pressed back against him, kissing back. It was like a forbidden fruit.

Encouraged by her moan, Tora tilted his head and parted his lips, deepening their kiss. He grabbed the back of her thigh and lifted her leg as he pressed himself harder against her, a low groan rumbling deep in his chest as he felt her heat against his rapidly hardening length. She tasted impossibly sweet as their tongues danced together and he bunched his fingers in her hair, holding her there. He shivered against her and finally had to pull back, a smirk on his face as he saw how red and swollen her lips were from his kiss. "See you in the morning," he said heavily and he turned on his heel, striding over to his bike. He shot her a wink as he straddled it, then swung it out into traffic, disappearing down the street.

Eighteen was left gasping as he suddenly left her, coldness rushing over her body where he had been pressed up against her. Her core ached and she was left wanting. She pressed a hand to her chest, trying to calm her pounding heart. Was this alright? To feel this way? Gods, she bit her lip, she wanted him. Or she really really needed to get laid.

It took Tora a long time to fall asleep that night. His mind was full of thoughts of Eighteen, how good she felt in his arms, how sweet her kiss was. He tossed and turned until he finally fell asleep. But he didn't sleep long. He awoke to the feeling of being watched and gave a shout of surprise when he saw Eighteen standing by his bed. "The hell?" he asked, rubbing at his eye with the heel of his hand. "Eighteen? Is everything okay? What are you doing here?"

Eighteen moved quickly, straddling him on the bed and pinning his arms to the mattress. She leaned down and quickly captured his lips before breathing to his ear, "I couldn't wait until tomorrow to see you." She grinded her hips against his as she reached down and threaded her fingers through his hair, "You owe me a show, if I remember correctly."

It was Tora's turn to be breathless. His body immediately awoke to her touch as she ground herself against him. "Oh gods, Eighteen," he moaned, lifting his hips to her. He licked his lips as he looked at her, feeling her weight on top of him. His hands skimmed down her sides and came to a rest on her hips, pulling her down harder against him. "Baby," he gasped, "You're making me hard." He rocked his hips against the sheet that separated them; he was already naked beneath it. "Ohhh, I want you."

Eighteen smiled at him as she rocked down on him. She couldn't stop moaning against him, feeling the hardness pressing up against her core. Her hands moved to her jeans which she quickly unbuttoned and shimmied out of them, tossing them to the side. Her hands went to her shirt which she pulled over her head. She grabbed his hands and pressed them to her breasts. "Take me," she breathed, looking down at him, a gleam in her eyes.

A violent shiver shook his frame as he cupped her breasts in his hands, flicking his thumbs over her nipples. "Oh fuck yeah," he breathed and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him as he pressed his face between her breasts. His lips sought out her nipple and sucked on the taut flesh as he kicked aside the sheet separating them. He moaned wantonly as he felt her wet heat against his length. He slipped his hand down to tease at her sex, furiously rubbing her clit before he slid his finger into her, moaning again at how tight and slick she felt. He couldn't wait to be inside her and his cock throbbed in anticipation.

Eighteen tilted her head back as Tora slipped a finger inside of her, his mouth over her nipple, teasing her relentlessly. "Gods, yes," she moaned as she rock on him, feeling his finger brush against her g-spot. "Yes. Right there!" she cried and reached down between them, taking his hard length in her hand. She couldn't stifle the gasp that made it out of her throat. He was different than she thought. Her mind remembering a firm length but not nearly as long and thick as the one she felt now. She teased the head against her slick folds. She wanted this. She needed it.

Tora threw his head back and hissed as his back arched, lifting himself against her touch. "Please," he begged. "Please, please, please. Eighteen, I need you." He grasped her hips again and slowly pulled her down over his cock until he was seated fully within her tight heat. A growling moan escaped his throat as he thrust up against her, his toes curling at how impossibly tight she was on his thick length. "Fuck me, baby. Oh gods, you feel so good on my cock."

Eighteen's vision flashed white before her eyes as she found herself fully impaled on his cock, there was a moment where her mind went to Krillin, but it vanished the next. The pleasure was exquisite and she carefully rocked back and forth on him before she lifted herself up and slowly slid herself down again. "Tora," she moaned softly.

His body tensed and his cock swelled, aching and throbbing within her at the sound of his name on her lips. "Eighteen," he answered. He thrust up against her, meeting her body as she lowered herself on his cock again. He sat up, pulling her against his chest, and began to bounce her a little faster on his cock. His tail snaked its way around to her, caressing her. "Touch my tail," he begged softly as he kissed at her neck and pinched her nipple in his fingers.

She tilted her head, giving him better access to her neck as she reached out, her fingers curling around the soft fur of his agile tail. She sighed at its touch to her body, moving the tip to caress her nipples before she brought it up to her lips and bit lightly at it. She smirked as she saw him tense with tremors with each touch, "You like this, don't you? You like having this pulled." She gave it a short tug.

A shout of pleasure rang out from his voice as she teased his sensitive tail. "Yes," he whimpered, bucking up into her harder, faster. Oh gods, he couldn't remember ever experiencing pleasure quite like this before. A deep purr rumbled in his throat for only a short moment before he nipped lightly at her neck and gave a hard thrust into her body. "Careful, you're going to make me come," he warned.

Eighteen moaned louder as she felt him harden even more inside of her and she stroked his tail harder, reaching down with a hand to tease his nipples. "That's right, come for me," she said, her voice thick with pleasure. Gods, it had been an age since she had been this full. He pressed so deeply inside of her, filling her to the brim. Her body couldn't take the sheer amount of pleasure and she crested with his next thrust, her muscles cramping down tightly on his cock.

"EIGHTEEN!" Tora roared as he came, his cock pumping thick white ropes of cum deep into her body. "Oh fuck!" He thrust roughly into her a couple more times until they were both gasping and panting. He wrapped his arms around her, trying to fight the trembling in his body. "Holy shit," he breathed. "Baby, you're so good. Best I ever had."

Eighteen fell forward, draping herself over him, she closed her eyes and relished in the feeling of his cock pulsing deeply inside of her. "Mmm," she agreed. Her body ached, sated for the moment. She let his tail slip from her hand as she came down from her high, feeling exhaustion starting to curl around her. "This isn't a dream, is it?" she asked.

Tora laid back, pulling her to rest on his chest. "No, this is real," he answered, running his hand up and down her spine. He was still hard within her, but he was content to lay there for a moment while they both drank in the reality of what they'd just done. His hand slid lower, drifting over the smooth, rounded flesh of her ass. He couldn't believe she'd come to him in the middle of the night like this. But he was glad she did. He squeezed the flesh under his palm, massaging it. "I could do this all night long with you. All you've done now is whet my appetite."

Eighteen hissed in pleasure as his hands kneaded her flesh. She squeezed him tightly inside of her, relishing in the feeling of his girth inside of her. "I suppose that was a good start, not sure if you want it that much," she said as she slowly thrust against him. "Fuck me like you mean it," she challenged, wanting him to just go all out and give her a good hard fucking.

Tora heard the challenge in her voice and it made his blood sing. He swiftly rolled over her and grabbed her wrists, pinning them over her head as he drove his cock deeply into her. He held her like that, pressing her hard into the mattress. "Are you sure about that? I have yet to meet a woman on this planet that can handle a good, hard Saiyan fucking," he challenged back. He slowly pulled back before he snapped his hips forward, moaning loudly. A tremor ran through his body before he pulled back and did it again, watching her reaction.

Eighteen's back arched up into him as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. Gods, he was so big, every thrust brushed against that spot inside of her making her see stars. She bared her teeth at him, leaning her head up and catching his lips in a heated kiss. Her voice was bordering on feral when she spoke, "That's more like it."

Encouraged by her words, Tora let go of his restraint as he hammered his cock into her, his eyes squeezed shut as the low moans and grunts escaped his lips. Good gods, that felt amazing. Her slick, velvet heat engulfed him, taking him all the way to the hilt with every thrust. He dipped his head to suck and lightly bite at her nipples, goosebumps erupting over his skin at her screams of pleasure. "That's it, baby. Take it. You know you love it," he breathed heavily as he fucked her into the mattress.

Eighteen could barely breathe as she was pressed deeper into the bed, the weight of the Saiyan on her, the thickness of his cock stealing her breath from her. She leaned up, nipping at his skin, smirking at the angry red marks that appeared in retaliation, "Are you impressed yet?" She screamed out as he thrust again and again, harder and faster.

"Very," he gasped out. He suddenly pulled out of her and grabbed her hip, rolling her over in front of him. He braced himself on all fours above her and leaned down to nip at her ear. "Now you show me how badly you want it," he commanded. "Fuck yourself on my cock." He reached down with one hand to steady himself behind her, his heart racing with excitement. Gods, this was what he needed, a woman who could handle him, who wanted it as bad as he did.

Eighteen moaned as she pushed herself backwards, fucking herself on him, setting a furious pace that had matched his own. She wanted to lose herself in his body, forget everything that had been going on in the past few days, weeks, months, year. She needed this break from reality. She needed something for herself. She hadn't indulged since her husband had died. Sure, her fingers worked just as well on some nights, but this. There was no substitute for this. She briefly wondered if she would regret her decision later, if sleeping with this Saiyan would make her feel guilty. As if Krillin were watching her and disappointed in her choice, that out of all the people on earth, she picked this one to scratch the itch she had and couldn't ignore. She growled and redoubled her efforts, moaning as she felt the cock inside of her swelling, spreading her further than she had thought possible. She only felt pleasure.

Tora loved her enthusiasm, the way her body so greedily swallowed him up as she thrust herself back against him. He held steady, just bracing his large frame over the top of her, letting her have her way with his body. He couldn't believe this was happening and he thanked his stars for his fortune. She was everything he sought in a woman - independent, strong, beautiful, intelligent, passionate. Oh, he could see many more nights spent just like this, testing each other, seeing how much the other could handle. He moved his hands to cover hers, entwining their fingers together. Somehow, it seemed to make their joining more intimate to him. He leaned his face into her hair, nuzzling against the back of her neck. "Nnnnnngh, yeah," he breathed. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard." He curled his tail around her and trailed the tip of it along the valley between her breasts, down her stomach, before he used it to tease at her clit.

Stars flashed in front of her eyes as his incredible tail stroked along her clit, making her clench harder around him in pure bliss. If this was going to be a one-time thing, she was going to make sure that she remembered it and that she wasn't left wanting. This was going to last her a long while if it was only to be once. She didn't know if she wanted more nights with him, but she would be willing to find out. She looked at their fingers entangled together, feeling his lips on the back of her head. It was a small slice of paradise as she thrust back over him, feeling her climax building again. "I'm so close," she breathed.

"Come for me," he purred in her ear, nipping at her back, admiring the red imprints his teeth left behind on her skin. His chest still burned deliciously from where she'd bitten at him, not breaking the skin, but oh so dangerously close. He loved the sensation, his Saiyan blood on fire for this incredible woman. His cock swelled, aching for release, and he fought against the orgasm that pressed upon him. He wanted her to come first. His length twitched and throbbed inside her, a bit of hot precum splurting from the tip. "Gods, you're so tight," he breathed, "You're so wet for me. You have no idea how good you make my cock feel." He finally thrust against her, driving his cock deeper than before, their bodies jarring together as they fucked. "Eighteen! Come for me!" he begged, his head going dizzy with pleasure as he struggled against himself.

Eighteen clenched around the length inside of her, the heat blooming in her, washing over her g-spot, pushing her over that blissful edge. "Krillin!" she screamed out in her bliss as she orgasmed, her muscles contracting over Tora's hardness as she did. Her eyes snapped open the moment the name slipped from her lips before she moaned and lowered her head to the mattress, feeling the cock inside of her pulsing deliciously.

Tora couldn't stop himself from coming, but the name he heard on her lips made his heart sink. He stilled inside her, waiting for his body to finish before he pulled back and sat on his heels to look at her as his erection wilted. That was a new experience, having an orgasm while being turned off. He found it left him feeling unsatisfied, but at the moment, he didn't care. He bit the corner of his mouth for a moment, debating on what to do or say next. He mentally slapped himself. It wasn't him she wanted. And while casual sex had never bothered Tora before, it bothered him now because he actually cared for this woman. Or more so, it bothered him that she wasn't even thinking of him as they had sex. She was thinking of Krillin.

He swung his long legs off the bed and moved to pull on some pants. His mind raced, trying to think of what to say. He'd never felt hurt like this before. "So, ah, I think I'm gonna make some coffee," he said with his back still to her. He thought about pulling on a shirt, but then decided it didn't matter. "I'll be in the kitchen if you want some. I'll, you know, leave you alone so you can get dressed," he said and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Eighteen felt horrible as she let her head fall to the mattress below her. "Damn it," she breathed and pushed herself up, feeling Tora's seed slipping from her body. She hadn't meant to call out Krillin's name, but she was just so used to doing that. It had always been him there with her before. She had done it instinctually. It was habit. She stood up and pulled on her clothes quickly, she needed to apologize, she needed him to understand why. Eighteen exited the room, smelling the fresh coffee in the air as she walked to the kitchen, rubbing at her hair. She watched Tora for a moment, enjoying the view, the muscled back, his tail, the messy hair, "Hey."

"Hey," he answered over his shoulder without looking at her. He reached into the cabinet and withdrew two coffee cups. He didn't know why he was so upset. He should've expected something like this; Krillin was just about the only thing she talked about. He knew she still loved her husband and he didn't hold that against her. But part of him had hoped that just for one night, she could put Krillin out of her mind and focus on him instead. He wrapped his tail tightly around his waist as he poured a cup and turned to offer it to her. "Here," he said as he grabbed a cup for himself. He didn't know what to say to her.

Eighteen took the cup and sat down at the table, looking down into the hot liquid, thinking a moment before she spoke, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to call his name. That," she paused at the admission, "This was the first time I've had sex since he died." She felt like that was hardly an excuse, taking a sip of her coffee. "I wanted to be with you. You've been more than supportive these past few months and I know I have been giving you a cold shoulder with no excuse for it."

Tora shrugged nonchalantly and gave her a grin. "No worries," he said. "I get it. You miss Krillin. You still love him. It's not a big deal, Eighteen." He leaned against the counter as he sipped his coffee, trying to keep his expression and movements casual, like it didn't bother him. He took a big swallow of coffee before he lowered the cup and shot her a cocky smile. "Really. We should do it again sometime, doll."

Eighteen looked up at him, catching his eyes. She could see a strain back in his eyes. She gave him what she hoped was a sincere look, honest, "I would like that." She bit her lip, thinking before she spoke, "If I didn't put you too off your game, the night is still early..."

He searched her eyes, seeing the sincerity there. She really hadn't meant to do it, but still, it had happened. He wasn't sure if he was in the mood now or not. He was tempted to, gods knew he was tempted to. If he turned her down now, would that ruin his chances of ever having her again? But if he gave in, would he just be opening himself up to be hurt again? He didn't know what to do.

He raised his coffee cup, drinking slowly from it to buy himself a moment to think over his options. She was even more beautiful to him now, with her hair a mess and the almost vulnerable expression in her eyes as she apologized to him. Something in his chest twinged, making him want her more. But he was surprised to find that it wasn't in a physical sense. His eyes slid shut as he cursed his Saiyan nature. Everything was a challenge. Befriending her was a challenge, and he'd accomplished that. Taking their relationship further than friendship was a challenge, and he'd managed that now, too. And yet it wasn't enough. Was it the competitiveness in him that called for him to win her heart? Or was it because he truly cared for her so much?

He finally set his cup down and smacked his lips. "Ah, I dunno," he said, glancing pointedly at the clock on the wall. "It's actually pretty late. I got a long day tomorrow. I really should get some rest." He nearly winced at the look on her face. "Maybe we could get together this weekend or something," he suggested.

Eighteen gave him a smile, a small relief washing through her knowing that she would have a second chance to make things right. "I would like that," she said softly. "I think this is just a chapter I need to close in my life, this one part hasn't been addressed yet." She rubbed at her eyes. "I feel like a real bitch right now," she said, looking over at him, watching him carefully with her ice blue eyes.

Tora shook his head. "You're not a bitch, Eighteen," he said. "It was a slip. A horribly timed slip, but you know," he chuckled. "Don't beat yourself up over it." Part of him was a little bit happy that she felt guilty for it. He knew that was wrong, but it made him think that maybe there was still a chance of her caring for him, too. He finished off his coffee and stretched, yawning loudly. "We should both get some sleep. See you at the hospital tomorrow?"

Eighteen smiled and nodded, "I'll see you then. We can plan our weekend tomorrow too, if you still feel like that in the morning." She wondered if this would be alright or if her slip would set them back a few paces. They had come so far already, the unsteady friendship to this. She needed this, needed something like this to move on and maybe finally be happy again.

"We'll see," he said and gave her a smile as he took her empty cup and set it in the sink. He needed a couple days to clear his head, to think things over. He felt like he was all over the place. He wanted her, he cared for her, he didn't want to lose her friendship somehow in this process. But it still stung that she'd called him by her husband's name. He didn't know how to feel about that and he was trying to understand. And he didn't want Marron to get confused or suffer somehow through this process, either.

He showed Eighteen down the hallway to the outside door of the apartment building and held it open for her. "Thanks for tonight. It was fun. Really," he said, trying to smile for her again.

She turned and looked at him, nearly hesitating at the hurt she could see in his eyes, but she nodded. If he was going to pretend he was alright, then fine. She wasn't going to push the matter. "It was fun. Hopefully the next time will be spectacular," she said, giving him a sly wink before she took to the air, flying off towards the hospital, thinking over the events carefully.

Tora chuckled to himself as he watched her go. "Oh, it will be, doll. Don't you worry about that."