"How did you get a cookie?" Robert looked at Abbey, frowning, knowing he'd said no just a short time earlier. She looked at him, quite pleased at getting one over on her papa. She laughed, delighted. "You little scamp," he laughed. "So much for your mother's grand plans for you to eat healthy."
"I like cookies," she told her papa.
"So I see," he answered. "So how'd you get that cookie?"
"Unca Mikey gived it to me," she nodded.
"Oh, he did, did he?" Robert laughed. "Did you trick him?"
"Noooo," she said. "I catched the snakes."
"Oh. I see. Well, I suppose its okay this time then," he said, as she bit into the cookie, not wating on him to decide she couldnt have it. She merely nodded at him, not intending to give it back anyway.
"You lot are spoiling the kids," Khaat said weakly, wincing as her shoulder started to pound again. The pain meds just werent' holding. Her father had seen. He did something he never did. Never. He poured a glass of firewhiskey and poured a dose of the gold potion into it. He brought it to her.
"Now--" he said seriously. "If this doesn't help, I won't have any choice but to simply sedate you until some of the healing takes place."
"The hell you will," she grumbled at him. "Not unless I agree, you won't."
"Oh, shut it and drink. Before I change my mind," he said, not liking his questionable medical decision. He fed her the glass of firewhiskey laced with pain potion in nearly one long continuous drink. It made her head spin. Gave her a rush for a bit. She felt herself fade into a temporary floating state where the pain was only a slight dull aching. It was infinitely better than where she'd been a moment before.
"Do try not to overdose our child, won't you?" Kate was ticky with him.
"I don't believe we're quite there yet," was Robert's calm and composed reply.
"Its alright, Kate," Brian said quietly from the edge of the room where he'd come in just long enough to see Robert give her the potion in the firewhiskey. Even though the choice itself had been questionable, Brian was glad to see her without suffering for the moment. "Let her rest. Fighting that sort of pain is damned hard work."