. Kate Kavanagh ?id=51416 David O Russell Surprisingly, there were no nightmares. Elena had some nonsense about the Avengers, but no nightmares with De Niro. When the girl opened her eyes, there was noise and music outside the door of the playroom. Damn, how long had she slept? "Two days," Hyde answered, getting up from the fireplace. Elena smiled weakly at him and tried to get up, but the scars gave pain throughout her body and she fell onto the sofa. "How is Mia? Is she alive?" Elena was worried about her aunt and asked the main question without preamble. "Mia has a couple of cuts, a split lip, but overall she's fine. She's waiting in the bar. Elliot is with her, - Hyde smiled. - She told him? And her father? - Lincoln panicked for a moment. If the Gray elders find out what happened to her, there will be a scandal. Up to a war with the dark ones. - Don't twitch. Only Elliot knows. He brought you food, - Mia entered the playroom. She carefully approached the blonde and hugged her. - Mi, forgive me, - Elena began to cry. Miss Gray hugged her and ruffled her already disheveled blonde hair. - It's not your fault. De Niro is a dark Lord, and the dark ones are prone to violence. Well, I'm a fool myself: I should have asked for a safe word, - Mia smiled. - Lelliot, come in! We'll feed you now. A minute later, Elena was gobbling up spaghetti with cheese and coffee, telling Elliot everything that had happened to her. — Why is Robert mad at you? What are you… — the good-natured giant Gray was shocked. — We fuck, yes, — De Niro entered the game room, accompanied by Weinstein and a man of about 50 years old unknown to Elena. The stranger was wearing a white coat, he had cunning black eyes that sparkled from behind the glasses and black disheveled hair. — Hello, Rob, — Elena smiled a gentle, shy smile. Mia rolled her eyes, Elliot sighed raggedly, Jack squeezed out something similar to the word "slut". — Good evening to you too, Lena. David, this is my girlfriend Elena Lincoln. Elena, this is the royal doctor and my good friend David Owen Russell, — Robert introduced the doctor to Elena. The girl shook hands with Dr. Russell and he bowed back. — Well, Miss Lincoln, what are you complaining about? — David examined Elena's scars. She answered questions about how she got the scars, what was bothering her, and where it hurt. "I think we need Novocaine," Russell and Lincoln's conversation was interrupted by a melodic female voice. Behind them stood a pretty blue-eyed woman with a shock of red hair and scarlet lips. She was dressed in a strict pantsuit, holding a first aid kit in her hands. "Jack, what the hell? Why did you bring Kavanagh? She'll tell her mother everything!" Lincoln was seriously scared. Kate Kavanagh was Anastasia's best friend and the Grey family's attending physician. "She's the club doctor, remember? And she signed a non-disclosure agreement. Your boyfriend made her do it," Hyde glanced sideways at De Niro. "I can keep a doctor's secret," Kate was a little offended. Lincoln rolled her eyes. Kate and David examined Elena and agreed that Lincoln would take ibuprofen, apply iodine to the wounds and wash them in the evening. David showed Elena how to care for the wounds, smeared them with brilliant green and covered them with bandages here and there. Elena saw how jealous Robert was looking at Russell's actions and made eyes at the doctor. "Don't flirt with my entourage," Robert playfully shook his finger at her. "I won't," Lincoln smiled at De Niro and relaxed. After the doctors left, Robert and Elena were left alone. "Forgive me again, Lena," the Cannibal looked down. "And you me," Elena hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. "An original 3rd date." "You don't say that, Miss Lincoln. I was thinking, maybe we could have a fourth?" At my place, - Robert took a keychain with keys from his jeans pocket. POV Elena Damn, is he serious? Does he want me to move in with him? Okay, Lincoln, breathe, everything is fine... - I haven't lived with anyone. Well, with men, I mean... Do the Greys count? - I look at the keys and swallow. - And again, I don't get it. I'm not suggesting that we live together. For now. We could just meet at my place, order pizza, watch Les Miserables or Some Like It Hot, cuddle by the fireplace... - Robert looks like a boy in love. - I don't have much experience with this, okay? - And I don't have, - I hug him, - okay, when will we eat pizza and cuddle by the fireplace? - I think on Wednesday, - De Niro grins. I take the keys from his hands and understand that this act of his is a hope for more, for the continuation of our relationship. And something in all this touched me so much that I smiled like a fool the whole way home.