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[traitorsdelight]

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Well, that hadn't exactly gone the way he'd hoped. Then again, he hadn't planned on Leo trying to kill him. He'd been thinking a round or two might take the edge off whatever was bothering the other man, might make him less likely to snap and maybe hurt someone who couldn't handle it. He'd misjudged how far gone the other man

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Backdated to still in medical?

[lisburn_lion]

To say Kiara was unimpressed with the situation would be an understatement of truly epic proportions. She'd come into the job fully prepared to have to patch up after all kinds of shootings and stabbings and other mission-related incidents. But this was so- so stupid. Injuries like this from sparring? Really? Couldn't the organisation keep a leash on its pet psychopaths?

She had kept her opinions to herself, but a little of her irritation probably made it into her body language as she approached Chris' infirmary bed. "'Morning," she said, looking him over with assessing eyes. "Feeling any better?"

Sure. I'm easy!

[traitorsdelight]

They've had a few matches before. And any jokes they'd made about her patching him up after kicking his ass he was relieved to find were more or less accurate--Fran was an excellent medic, and her quick attention definitely helped keep him from more serious injury. Which is one reason why her irritated face gets his best, most charming smile--at least, as close as he can get to it with his face still a little puffy.

"Yep. Peachy keen. Ready to go a few rounds? Promise I'll go easy on you."

Hey, if he doesn't have his jokes, what does he have?

[lisburn_lion]

"I wouldn't want to put you at any more of an unfair disadvantage," she replies sweetly, giving him a patently insincere smile. "I'd feel bad beating you up in the state you're in right now. I mean, not bad enough not to, but..." As she's speaking she's flipping through the rather informal approximation of a chart clipped on at the bottom of the infirmary bed. Well...it's better than a couple of days ago at any rate. "How's the shoulder?"

[traitorsdelight]

Ah, sweet, sweet trash talk from a pretty girl who could kick his ass. Music to his ears. Like choirs of angels singing. Laughing hurts like hell, but he can't help a quick snort, followed by a wince as his diaphragm seizes.

"Ow. You win this round, Fran. I'll get you back once I'm not broken." He pauses for a moment, tentatively moving his arm inside the sling. "It's a little stiff and sore when I try moving it, and it still feels kinda weird, but I think the swelling's gone down a little?"

[lisburn_lion]

"I'll look forward to it," she tells him, giving the nearest undamaged body part - a knee, as it happens - a companionable pat. She sets the chart back down and moves round to inspect his shoulder. Lips pursed and a thoughtful frown on her face, she carefully feels her way around the wayward joint with gentle fingers. "It's definitely less swollen," she agrees. "The reduction seems to have worked, but I think we'd better err on the side of caution until we can get a proper scan."

[traitorsdelight]

Aw. Too sweet to him, really. Then again, not every guy managed to find a girl who'd actually get in the ring with him and hold her own, especially one who actually enjoyed it. She was good to have around. And he couldn't be more relieved at her actually being the competent doctor she claimed to be, and around when Josh had hauled his ass in. Otherwise, things probably would have been a lot worse.

The fingers on his shoulder earn a slight wince, muscles in his face tight as he submits to the prodding. However gentle, it still hurts like hell. "Think we'll be able to take a look later today, or tomorrow? I'd kinda like to know if I'm horribly broken or not so I can start practicing my smiles more. If I can't punch a person anymore, might as well try and charm 'em to death, right?"