- Eames... Can you get out...
At Logan's words, holding out some of Goren's belongings that he'd fetched from home, as well as a small bag he'd placed on the chair, Eames realized it would be better to go out and let Goren get dressed.
Meanwhile, she would go and take care of the paperwork for Goren's discharge. - I'll go and do the discharge papers. She headed for the door, stopped, turned, and looked at them. Meet me as soon as Bobby's ready.
Logan nodded.
Eames put her hand on the doorknob and stepped out, closing the door behind her and leaving the two of them.
As soon as the door was closed, Goren took Logan's belongings in his hands, laid them on the bed and stood up.
- So, you're going to live with Eames.
At these words, Goren, who had just taken his shirt in his hands, stopped and turned to Logan.
- Yes... Alexa told me to come and live with her.
At first, Goren wanted to refuse, but the little blonde would have none of it.
Finding every possible argument to prevent him from saying no.
Goren had never thought she could be so firm, so tenacious.
She who had done nothing but bring him sweetness these last few days.
So, seeing that he wouldn't have the last word, he gave in and finally accepted.
Because at that very moment, he realized that it was better never to contradict the little blonde.
- I wanted to refuse...
- But she insisted.
Good God...
So even Logan knew Alexa was like that.
It was so strange.
She'd had such a tender, gentle side.
And here, she'd had such a firm, tenacious side.
It was totally different.
Was he going to have any more surprises, vis-a-vis this little blond angel.
Because despite everything...
Alexa would always be his little angel.
Goren turned to Logan, nodded.
Good God...
So Eames had revealed one of his tyrannical sides.
And as time went on, Goren would discover the real Eames.
The one who should never be contradicted, and who was far from being an angel.
In time, Goren would get to know Eames again.
She was going to be totally different from what she had been in the hospital.

Or maybe not.
After all, Logan had seen Eames' distress for Goren, and his fear of losing him.
So who knows...
- You'll soon get used to it again.
What do you mean.
Get used to it again.
What was Logan implying.
Did this mean Alexa had other traits.
And far worse than what he'd just discovered.
No.
It couldn't be.
How different a girl this pretty, and this sweet, could be from what he'd had for his few days.
- Well... Stop thinking... Logan forced the shirt into his arms. And get dressed. If you don't want her to get impatient.
Get impatient...
What do you mean, impatient?
Was this another trait of hers he was about to discover.
- Bobby... Please.
Name of God...
Could it be that Logan was afraid of Eames.
It sure looked like it.
So, to please Logan, he nodded, removed his lab coat and began to put on his shirt.

Eames was getting seriously impatient, and the mustard was getting up her nose.
Did that idiot secretary think she had nothing better to do than fill out his damn forms, and have to provide him with all the paperwork necessary for Goren to get out.
And what was this insistence on Goren's family.
Goren didn't need his family.
They were there.
And that had to be enough.
So why...
- Are you sure he doesn't have a family...
- Oh... This is getting old.
At Eames's shout, the secretary gasped, surprised by his annoyance.
- You see... Eames still hasn't finished.
At Logan's words and mocking chuckle as he approached her, followed by Goren, Eames turned around in annoyance and glared at him.

- That's normal with this...
- Eames.
At Logan's cry, Eames shrugged her shoulders and turned away from him, as Goren looked on, shocked to see her reacting with such vivacity and irritation.
What had happened to the little angel he'd had when he'd woken up?
And who had looked after him with such gentleness and kindness.
It was as if it had all been a dream.
For at this very moment, he had before him a small, angry woman who no longer resembled an angel, but instead looked like a demon.
- I'm all he's got.
She took out her badge, and put it in front of the secretary's eyes, who blinked at the police badge.
The secretary couldn't believe it.
He was just doing his job.
Asking only for the necessary documents, for her to fill in the paperwork, and above all to know whether or not the patient still had family.
Because it was the family who should have been taking care of his affairs, not her.
- I'm just...
- If you continue... I'll take you in.
I'm taking you in.
But she seemed quite capable.
Perhaps he should comply, before he ended up at the station, for no good reason.
- Very well... Monsieur Robert Goren may leave.
- About time.
Eames tucked his badge away in his pocket and, in annoyance, snatched the papers back from the secretary's hands.
- Well... good luck Bobby.
As Logan whispered in Goren's ear, Eames turned to him and glared.
No, he didn't.
Why was he telling Goren good luck?
Yes.
She'd just shown she wasn't the patient type.
But still...
Logan placed his hands in front of him as if to protect himself.
- You'll see... She's...
- What am I.
Logan closed his mouth, enduring Eames' anger.
And Goren, who was watching the scene, still surprised to see Alexa react like that.

At this moment, she was far from the sweet person who had taken such good care of him.
He really had trouble recognizing her.
They were two totally different people.
Could he have imagined the attention and kindness she'd given him?
No.
Gorne was sure of it.
Despite her rebellious streak, Alexa was and always would be his little angel.
- Bobby...
At Eames's soft voice addressing him, all anger and irritation gone, Goren snapped out of his thoughts, to see her standing right in front of him, her face tilted, and her big hazel eyes staring intently at him.
- You're coming... She took his hand in hers, intertwined her fingers with his. Let's go home. She forcibly placed the papers in Logan's left hand, since he was carrying Goren's bag in his right. gently pulled Goren along, forcing him to follow. That idiot... She stopped, turned, lifted her chin, pointed at Logan. Take us back.
That idiot.
What the hell...
Logan was seriously beginning to wonder if he shouldn't take Goren in himself.
Because if Eames acted the way she'd acted with the secretary, he felt sorry for Goren.
And the hours he was going to live by her side.
After all, Eames was a woman of strong character.
And that would never change.
Just because she'd been good to Goren, it didn't mean her bad temper had disappeared.
Let's face it.
If Eames had managed to get Goren under control, it was because she had a temper.
But Goren was in for a surprise.
He had to learn to recognize her again.
He, who affectionately called her his little angel, was about to discover that beneath her wings lay a dragon.
And he was already imagining Goren's life.

- It's okay... you can leave us.
Sorry.
Was Logan dreaming, or was Eames firing him.
letting him know he was in the way.
He'd been kind enough to bring them back, and she…

At the look on Goren's face, surprised by her reaction, Eames decided to take it in her stride and try to calm down.
After all, Logan wasn't responsible for the medical secretary's incapacity.
And she shouldn't have taken it out on Logan so easily.
But still.
Eames hadn't forgotten what Logan had said, and was whispering to Goren, as if he thought she couldn't hear him.
Good luck...
he had wished Goren.
And he'd also hinted at the way she looked.
And Eames had to admit he didn't like it at all.
- Very well... Eames gave Goren a small smile, and turned to Logan. Thanks for the lift.
- My pleasure.
At his words, he handed Eames the bag, which she took in her hand, but kept the handle between her fingers.
- If you need anything...
- Yes, I know... I'll call on either Barek... or you.
Logan nodded, and let go of the bag.
- See ya Bobby.
Logan waved, and turned away from them, heading for his car to let them into Eames' apartment.