"Don't just stand there. Dr. Whitecoat hasn't examined you yet, has he?" Phoebe Faulkner pulled Jace Lennox down to sit. It had only been a few moments, so Dr. Whitecoat definitely hadn't had time to check Jace's injury. Otherwise, they wouldn't have come back down together so quickly.
After they sat down, Jace Lennox gazed at Phoebe Faulkner. He saw that she wasn't the least bit angry; she just had her head down, trying to unbutton his shirt. He couldn't help but place a hand on her head.
Feeling a hand suddenly rest on her head, Phoebe Faulkner naturally looked up at Jace Lennox. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." 'It's just... she's being so mature about this, it makes my heart ache for her.'
Dr. Whitecoat's trip today was a complete waste.
No, that wasn't quite right. At least Dr. Whitecoat had gotten into an argument with Jace—the first time ever. So, it wasn't a total waste.
