Tamsin stayed at Lauren's for another five days after initially waking up. She'd half-heartedly protested the idea, she was a valkyrie after all and didn't like being taken care of, but the doctor had no qualms about not mincing words over her belief that the other blonde was not only in no state to properly care for herself, but she likely wouldn't do it without constant badgering. That Lauren was quick to point out that she had been taking care of her the previous ten days; the only difference now was Tamsin was conscious. Lauren was right, of course; Tamsin was stubborn even when it came to her own wellbeing. So she stayed, but her perfunctory griping was more for show and out of habit than anything else.

It had been a little odd at first, certainly not unpleasant but a strange sort of uncomfortable. Tamsin didn't make a habit of sharing a bed with someone if all they were doing was sleeping; that was usually asking her to put too much trust in someone else. Anyways, she'd been pretty sure that she wasn't going to sleep well because of her trust issues without being doped up on whatever had put her under. It hadn't been as awkward as she made it out to be in her head; falling asleep with Lauren's head on her shoulder, arm positioned carefully on her upper body to avoid the wound in her side was frustratingly comfortable. Tamsin was more confused by how easy everything felt than anything else.

In fact, she'd grown so comfortable with the situation that once Lauren cleared her to return to her own apartment, she'd had spent the first night alone laying awake and staring blankly at the speckled white ceiling over her bed. She'd nearly dozed off during her first day back at the district station as well. No sleep coupled with being regulated to deskwork until further notice found her nodding off more than a few times. Paperwork was boring and mindless and she spent a great deal of time glaring at Dyson whenever he'd take off to follow some lead on a case, but at least he seemed to be doing his own pencil pushing for his cases.

Tamsin spent a lot of time during working hours trying to plot out where she was going to take Lauren for a date. She wanted the doctor to have a good time, but she didn't want to have to ask anyone for ideas. As far as she knew, despite it being an open secret that she and Lauren were interested in each other, she was fairly certain that Lauren hadn't spoken to anyone about them, if there even was a them. She had yet to receive a stern lecture from Dyson or an official physical threat from Bo about it, so she felt safe in assuming Lauren hadn't spoken to them.

Tamsin hadn't been on an actual date in several centuries and the jittery nervousness in the pit of her stomach surprised her. She was no amateur when it came to wooing a person but dating wasn't exactly her forte. She usually saw it as a pointless dance people did to live up to some kind of respectability law dictating when they were allowed to sleep together and she'd much rather cut through the bullshit. Much to her irritation, however, she found herself genuinely wanting to actually date the blonde human. Of course she wanted to sleep with her, but the idea of taking her out didn't feel like a means to an end. In spite of the encouraging attitude Lauren had towards her, Tamsin couldn't help but be annoyed at her own feelings and a little worried she was getting played. She didn't think Lauren was that kind of person, but she was wholly unused to things working out in her favor when it came to other people and having legitimate romantic feelings for someone meant that there was more risk involved. On both sides.

The valkyrie felt like a child and it was completely off putting. Lauren would call or text her every night to remind her to change her bandages and she'd be unable to control the slight smile that would creep unbidden onto her features whenever she saw the doctor's name on her cellphone's ID. Part of her wanted to fight this – this level of easy comfort Lauren seemed to draw out of her with no effort – another part was actively telling the first to keep its stupid mouth shut.

Tamsin sighed as she combed her fingers through her wet hair and sat on the edge of her bed clad only in a towel. If there was one thing to be thankful for about having her abdomen punctured by a spear, it was that she got home at decent hours from work and even the Morrigan seemed more or less sympathetic as she'd not had any Fae related business thrust on her either. Having a lot of free time was kind of nice, though she did feel a little restless from time to time.

Tamsin was also genuinely surprised at how much money her injury was saving her as she hadn't drank any alcohol since waking up from her coma. Kenzi had given her a bottle of scotch over a week ago to celebrate her being able to return home (and seeing as it was a good bottle, she'd likely swindled it from Trick, but it was the thought that mattered) and it still sat unopened on the countertop of her microscopic kitchen. That in particular was pretty much when Tamsin knew she had it bad. Alcohol didn't last long in her possession and it never had. The fact that she was taking Lauren's care instructions seriously really said something. What that something was, exactly, remained to be seen, but whatever it was, it was loud. Her musings were interrupted by the sharp ring of her phone and the Valkyrie eased onto her back to be in a better position to reach the cell which was half shoved under one of her pillows.

"Where d'ya wanna go tomorrow?" Tamsin asked instead of issuing a greeting.

On the other end of the line, Lauren hummed thoughtfully. "You're the one who asked me out." The doctor pointed out in a matter of fact tone. "Doesn't that mean you're supposed to figure out the details?"

Tamsin shrugged though Lauren couldn't see her. "I dunno how it works anymore. Last time I had an actual date, Jack the Ripper was front page news." She smiled when Lauren laughed despite the fact she'd been completely serious.

"I trust you'll come up with something." Lauren replied confidently. "Have you changed your bandages?"

"I'm about to, actually. I just got out of the shower a minute ago. I've barely had time to dry." She stifled a snicker when she heard Lauren suck in a sharp breath and clear her throat. "When are you gonna take these damn stitches out, doc?" she continued, poking the area near her wound gently through the towel. "They're itching like crazy."

"Well, I appreciate you not pulling them out this time…" Lauren started, a smile in her voice. "I'm not sure though, it's been a while since I looked at them but you were healing really nicely last I checked; they're probably ready to come out. Come by the lab tomorrow and I'll look."

"I thought you were free tomorrow?" Tamsin asked, her mouth pulling down into a slight frown. "If you need to reschedule…"

"No, no," Lauren interrupted quickly. "There's just so much to catch up on since I was out, I'm just going in in the morning. You'd think I'd been gone for the last six months." Tamsin could almost hear her roll her eyes.

"Not everyone can be as big brained and competent as you, Doctor Lewis."

"Flattery won't get you anywhere." Lauren chided playfully.

The valkyrie laughed lightly. "You sure about that? Seems to be working pretty good so far."

"You don't need to use flattery to get anywhere with me, Tamsin." Came the low reply. This time, it was Tamsin's turn to suck in a breath and clear her throat, but Lauren did nothing to stifle her amused laugh. "Are you drinking enough water?" she asked, switching gears entirely.

Tamsin wiped her free hand down the front of her flushed face. "There's water in coffee, right?" she bit her lip to keep from laughing when Lauren predictably launched into a long-winded explanation about hydration and healing processes. While she was in fact drinking absurd amounts of coffee at work, she'd also never drank so much water in her life. "Relax," she interrupted. "I'm just messing with you. I've had enough water in the last two weeks to keep me hydrated till the apocalypse."

"Good. Come by tomorrow morning before you go to the district station, okay?"

"Yup. Night, doc."

There was a pregnant pause before Lauren bid her goodnight and she hung up the phone. Tamsin let her phone fall from her ear as she threw her arm over her eyes and groaned. This was ridiculous; she definitely had it bad.