Voice Mail

[blessed_twice]

"Hi, this is Wyatt Halliwell's voice mail. Please leave a message."

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[izzyalienqueen]

*ring* *ring*

[blessed_twice]

Wyatt took note of the caller ID and fliped his phone open with a grin. "Hey, gorgeous," he said.

[izzyalienqueen]

"Hey handsome," she smiled. He didn't sound sick.

"What are you doing? Or even better? What are you wearing?"

A distraction from exactly why she was calling? Never....

[blessed_twice]

"At the moment, nothing but a damp towel," Wyatt said. "I just took a shower. Want to help me dry off?"

[izzyalienqueen]

"Oh my..."

Isabel sort of lost it for a moment, focused on that mental image. Distractions from worry were a good thing.

[blessed_twice]

"Where are you?" Wyatt asked. "Come on over."

[izzyalienqueen]

She shook her head and focused on the conversation. First and most important, if Wyatt was making offers like that, he had to feel just fine. Which was good, he'd have enough to deal with when he went on duty tonight.

"I'm in town, I just had coffee with Peter and now I'm going to take care of some stuff." It was pretty much the truth. "Otherwise I'd be right over. How about I bring you dinner tonight instead? I'll hang out and keep you company for a while."

[blessed_twice]

"I don't know if you want to do that," Wyatt said, growing more serious. "I got a call from Doctor Troy this morning about the clinic being moved to town hall. I guess a lot of people have the flu. You don't want to get exposed to that."

[izzyalienqueen]

"Alien genes, we don't sick," Isabel promised. "But if that's true, you better rest up then. I'm sure you'll be busy tonight."

She looked around the makeshift hospital and shook her head, she knew he was going to be busy tonight.

[blessed_twice]

"I'm hoping to lay the tingly touch on people and heal them," Wyatt said. "I figure if a Whitelighter can heal a broken bone, they can cure the flu."

[izzyalienqueen]

"Hopefully." But if a wizard couldn't fix himself? Isabel didn't like where that thought led. Which was why, distraction...

"So? Tingly touch huh? I think I can vouch for that."

[blessed_twice]

"Your very own personal set of magic fingers," Wyatt said, grinning into teh phone.

[izzyalienqueen]

"We're venturing into dirty here aren't we?" she asked, chuckling a bit. "Which? I'm out in public right now, so it's probably not a good idea."

[blessed_twice]

"Awwww," Wyatt pouted. "Maybe after my shift then."

[izzyalienqueen]

"Possibly," Isabel offered, but given what was going on, probably not.

"You can come back to my room if you'd like." Where she could look after him and make sure he had enough rest.

[blessed_twice]

"After a hard day of work, what man could turn that offer down?" Wyatt said.