"Yes, of course," Robert said. He finished wrapping up Khaat's shoulder again and helped her put her t shirt on and put the sling back. He knew it had been extremely painful for her but she hadn't made a peep, hadn't so much as winced. Not that he could see under the hair. He drew off the pain for now, as much as he could possibly draw off. It was so drastic of a change, she became seriously lightheaded and dizzy. He steadied her.
"You shouldn't let it get that bad," he told her. "Its full of broken bones, torn tendons and damaged cartilage. Its about as messed up as I've ever seen a shoulder be. You need to stay ahead of the pain and not try to get it to stop once its out of control. Understand me?"
She merely nodded.
"Marcus," Robert said. "Take her to rest. I'd get her something cold to drink with some ice. Maybe Michael would make her one of those citrus smoothies she likes. It would do her good. I'll ask him.
"Yes, Sir," Marcus said.
"Khaat, the gym is a good thing. Working out is a good thing. Working out your shoulder this soon--not so much," her father said. "We'll start that, but not yet. Okay?"
She nodded and reached for Marcus, who helped her to her feet. She was still seriously dizzy from the strong pain relief spell.
"That will wear off in a few moments," Robert said. "She's not used to that much pain relief that fast. Try not to let her fall on her face, would you?"
"I'll do my best, Sir," Marcus smiled. He looked at her. "To your room?" he asked. She nodded. "Excuse us," he said to Jess and Robert and took Khaat up to her room.