Nancy smiled wryly. "Yet you eat it anyway," she pointed out.

Scott looked down at the spoon coated in gooey brown chocolate that was halfway to his mouth. "I… guess I do." He popped the spoon into his mouth.

The detective moved to stand next to the bed. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine," said Scott as he set the spoon down onto the tray they had given him. "A little tired, but that's about it. They gave me meds for my leg." His expression turned serious. "You didn't get hurt did you?"

She shook her head. "No, I'm perfectly safe."