"Angie, stay still!" Peggy scolded and tried not to be too rough with the young woman when she grabbed her arm and forced her back to the bed.

The two of them sat in one of the guest bedrooms—the infirmary, as Angie called it, since it was where they usually went to patch Peggy up after a rough night. Except this time it was Angie sitting there with a split lip, black eye, dislocated shoulder, and a possibly fractured wrist.

"Damn it, Peg! That hurts!" Angie complained.

"If you would just stay still it wouldn't!" Peggy practically growled at her. "Bloody hell, Angie! You're acting like a child!"

"Oh, like you're any better when you're the one sitting here. You never let me patch you up without a fuss!" Angie crossed one arm over her chest, looking petulantly away from the woman before her.

Peggy swatted at a pale thigh. "Behave!" she admonished, studiously ignoring the burning glare aimed at her. "Furthermore, my injuries are typically minor."

"Minor my ass," Angie groused. "Look, it's not like I got shot or anything!" she argued.

"No. You fell off the stage!" Peggy sassed back. "I can't believe she punched you like that," she grouched, but Angie refused to respond.

"This will need stitches," she continued a moment later, tapping a gash near her lover's elbow. The touch reminded Angie of the cymbal she'd caught her arm on when she'd toppled into the pit and all the instruments therein.

Said actress made to stand up again, saying "It's not like it was on purpose, English," but Peggy clamped her hand on Angie's thigh—hard—her exceptional strength like an iron bar and holding the actress in place.

"Damn it, Peggy!" Angie hissed, her anger mixed with the hint of pain she felt from Peggy's nails digging into her flesh.

"Sit!"

It wasn't often that Peggy used the Scary Army Lady voice on her, and Angie was sufficiently cowed. She relaxed onto the bed as Peggy went about checking her over, doing her best to ignore the eyes like flint that passed over her face.

"Stitches," Peggy reiterated, guessing the reason Angie had been so eager to leave just moments ago. "But first, we need to get that shoulder back in place."

And Angie felt her stomach drop.

This was going to hurt…