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The pain's not lessening any, nor becoming any easier to manage as far as Gwen can tell. Sleep's still the order of the day, but while her bouts of consciousness are short, she's much more coherent today than the day before. Speaking's easier because she's learned what causes more pain and what doesn't. Sometimes Peter is there when she comes to

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[dr_robchase]

Chase was still getting the hang of the crutches, just shifting on them and learning how to go fast, fast, fast, like any guy trying to master an object. He made his way into the back, his wrist wrapped loosely at his request.

"How's my favourite patient?" he asked, heading to the bed and leaning heavily on the crutches.

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Gwen blinks up at Chase, and then carefully lifts her hand to wipe the dampness from her cheeks. "What happened to you?" she asks, brow gently furrowing in concern.

[dr_robchase]

He was getting used to hopping and dragged over a chair with one chair as he hopped like a little bunny rabbit (with better hair) and dragged it over to sit down in. "Apparently, just because you set up a fire and lots of armed people, dinosaurs will still eat you for lunch." He lifted his foot to show her the bandaged ankle. "I hope he got food poisoning from me," he muttered vindictively.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

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"Everything hurts," Gwen answers honestly, her voice rough from disuse. There's a pause as she watches Rob, and then without warning her chin begins wobbling and she's crying again. "Th-thank you," she sobs between winces.

[dr_robchase]

Chase's eyes widened mildly, a little frozen. He wasn't used to women crying on him at all. "I was just doing my job," was his quiet response, reaching his good hand over to give her hand a light squeeze. "Gwen, it was nothing, really. And you should thank Tosh too."

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It takes Gwen a moment to compose herself again enough to speak clearly. Her eyes squeeze closed as she attempts to slow her breathing, because anything more than shallow breaths makes her chest hurt even more.

"Where's Tosh?" she finally asks, opening her eyes again as she squeezes his hand back. "Where's-" She swallows hard against a wave of emotion. "Where's Jack?"

[dr_robchase]

"They're safe," he promised, even if Tosh was currently getting patched up and he was a shit liar. "Undergoing some treatment," he admitted, after that. "But they're okay."

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That doesn't sound good. It's far too vague, like he's lying to her for her own good. "How bad?" she asks, hating how weak her voice sounds. It's difficult to be demanding like this.

[dr_robchase]

"They'll be fine," he assured. "I think Tosh had something like bruised ribs or...I think she ran into a dinosaur," he said, trying to be light. "The point is, they'll be fine."