He didn't answer that scolding. He wanted to know how she was and he'd ask when he felt like it. "Have you been checked out? I want to be sure you really are alright. Stress can be a horrible trigger, love," he said, this time a little more stern. She wouldn't listen to him. He needed to know she was okay.

She started with more questions and he just gazed as her softly. She brushed her hand against his hair. He bit back a hiss of pain. Everything still hurt. He didn't want her to pull away. "Burns'll heal, parrot," he said with a weak smile. He couldn't say for the radiation yet. They just didn't know. They wouldn't know. Not until it starts to show signs later.