He let out a sigh. He could make a scene, and he could try and prove his point, but her tone did little to encourage him; she seemed exhausted, if not a little upset, and an 'upset' Miss Lynch was much different from a 'pissed' Miss Lynch. (He'd already learned how to handle the latter, but the former was still a mystery to him.)

"Give it here again," he requested, unable to reach the newspaper at the foot of his bed without messing up the covers and probably the shitty patient's robe they'd put him in. "I'm more worried about you; it doesn't exactly portray you as you are." It made her out as some sort of harlot, when at worst she was a hothead.

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