"Come in," Brian invited. He saw Jack come in with lunch for Khaat.
"Oh, good. We missed breakfast," Brian smiled, "I'm hungry. That looks good. Khaat, I'll help you sit up on some pillows so you can get your lunch, and then if you're alright, I'll go down and eat and then come back."
"You are NOT going to babysit me, Brian James Quinn," she retorted, her eyes still alert enough to flash at him, as he set the tray on the dresser. He picked up a stack of pillows and brought them over to the bed.
"And you," he kissed her very softly, "can't stop me, now can you?"
"Not at the moment," she sighed, as he put pillows behind her to support her. She clutched the dressing, not liking the sensation of the bleeding as it started when she shifted position.
"Let me see," Brian said.
"It's alright," Khaat said, her anxiety easing. "I'll tell you if it gets bad. I guess I need to get used to it."
"Not THAT used to it. We'll keep an eye on it." He put the bedtable over her lap. "You need anything else, Babe?"
"No. I need you to go eat," she said. "Tell Jess it looks wonderful, Jack. And take him to get something to eat. Do not let him hover."