"Chris… Hey. It's almost time for dinner, kiddo. Wake up."

Wildwing gently shook her shoulder, and finally she opened her eyes.

"Huh? Oh. Oh, okay..." She pushed herself up with her uninjured hand, then rubbed her eyes. "Okay, I'm up." She yawned, and Wildwing grinned.

"Up, but not quite awake yet. No need to rush; you've got plenty of time. We're getting pizza. Hey! A smile!"

Her tired smile widened at his tease. "Sounds good." She slid down from the bed, wobbling a bit before turning her attention to her battered hand. Apparently Tanya hadn't deemed the cuts severe enough for rebandaging, because all that was on her hand now was the modified brace. It looked a bit like a combination of fishnetting and dowels, only it was made of some sort of light-weight metal the human couldn't identify. Her bruised hand was clearly visible beneath it, but at least now it would heal. She carefully turned it one way and then the other, eying it critically. Finally, she shrugged.

"Not like I know much about medicine, anyway," She muttered, more to herself than anything. Then she looked up at him. "Did Tanya say it was okay to shower with this thing on my arm?"

He nodded. "I'm not saying it won't hurt, especially with those cuts, but yeah, you can get it wet. You can even swim with it on."

She examined it a bit more closely, flinching slightly as the movement caused her pain. "Wow. Definitely beats a cast." She was silent for a long moment, staring at the brace. Finally she spoke. "I... I really am sorry. I-I mean, about the way I acted, and... an' bustin' Drake One."

He nodded again. "Apology accepted. But you have got to work on that attitude."

She nodded, still not meeting his eyes. "Sorry about bein' late for practice," she mumbled. She seemed to be forcing herself to say the words, but at least she was saying them. "I-I'll stay after tomorrow."

He shook his head. "Only if you're late tomorrow."

At this she finally looked up. "But—You said..."

Wildwing smiled. "I think you've been punished enough for today. So go wash up, and we'll see you in the rec room in, oh, about half an hour or so, okay?"

She smiled again. "Okay." Wildwing started out of the room, and Christina followed. "'Ey, Wildwing?" He stopped in the doorway, turning around to face her.


"I, uh... I don't hate you."

He smiled, suddenly feeling better than he had all day.

"I know you don't, Chris. But it's nice to hear it anyway."