Hetty was concerned when Granger came home and went right to bed without saying hello.
'Owen? Are you okay?' She asked.
'I'd rather not say. Can I just rest?' Granger uncomfortably replied.
'You clearly look uncomfortable. If you're hurt, I really want to know.'
Granger shrugged.
Seeing he was clutching his side, Hetty asked him to move his hand. And when he did, she saw some uncomfortable looking bruises.
'Oh dear, what happened here?' She asked.
'Roughed up. Would rather not say how it happened.' Granger muttered. 'Took something for it, want to sleep now.'
'Hmm. Well, if you're sure you're okay, then I'll go back downstairs.'
'No wait, stay please. At least until I'm asleep.'
Stunned by his response, Hetty sat down and waited for him to fall asleep.
'Sleep well, my love.' She whispered. Then she gently kissed him on the forehead.