She was even more taken aback that his voice had gotten even more rough; strained, as if he were costing him dearly to hold something back. She huffed in dismay, reaching out to touch his forearm. "Tell me what's wrong, Dory." she exclaimed, bewildered at how little faith he seemed to have in her healing abilities. He'd always been quite supportive of her career no matter what - hell they had met on the job - and yet he was obviously too insistent upon having her stand by while he worked through it himself.

It was so, completely Dorian Fisk of him that Mabel felt indignation rise in her chest again and before she knew it, she was tugging on his arm with all the force she could. "For God's sake, Dorian Fisk, you tell me what's happening and let me help!" It was all she could do after he'd saved her life tonight.

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