Well, he had her there. Though February was willing to play fast and loose with her reputation, she supposed she hadn't thought of his in the long run.  Certainly nothing would rebound back on him that badly? It wasn't like the situation was reversed, like he'd kidnapped her and brought her to the hospital against her will to be seen for an injury.

He'd made his point and Febby unwound herself from her perch on the armchair, thinking maybe she'd done enough for tonight. The last thing she wanted was for him to lose his job over this. Not the injury, but the having-an-unrelated-female-in-your-hospital-room-thing. She watched for a moment as he cleaned up his own hands and she tried to think of what she could say without pissing him off any further.

"Alright, alright," She started, about to say she would leave him to the healers then, but he doubled over and she forgot whatever it was she'd started to say. Unsure of what to do now, as she was not a trained healer, just a professional pain in the ass, Febby hesitantly perched herself on the edge of his hospital bed and waited to see if it would pass or if she'd need to summon a healer, quick. What in the name of Merlin's beard had he been hit with?