[color=fff79a]"Gurl, why ya thinks I be always keeping them on hand? Ain't fer fights,"[/color] Claire laughed as she got helped up yet again. At this rate her rear was going to be bruised from laughing her butt off. Looking over at Murphy she couldn't help but keep laughing it was just funny to her. She knew he couldn't help it but it was just one of those things that siblings likes to rag each other about. He ragged her about shit, she ragged him, they ragged each other. If she wasn't laughing at him, she was fighting with him, if they weren't doing one of those two things something was seriously wrong. So to her, right then everything was right in the world. 

	Murphy rolled his eyes as he looked down at Cass before pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. [color=82ca9d]"Yer just about as bad as she is,"[/color] he scolded but in a playful manner before Claire slipped up on his other side and took his arm as well. Sighing he started heading for the parking lot. He knew he was out numbered right then. He would have wished Conner was there to back him up but he knew that wouldn't make matters any better. Conner would have been screwing with him just as much as Claire and Cass were. Too bad English was occupied with Tasha, maybe he would have his back. Nah, he'd laugh right along side Dr. Ice. 

	Things in the recovery room were quiet, the staff would peak their head in every so often to check on Tasha. They kept quiet and did what they could not to wake her when they checked her vitals before slipping back out of the room again. Some food was brought on a tray and left on the table but it wasn't for Tasha, it was for Lincoln. She wouldn't be on solids for a few days most likely. IV's today until she felt up to trying just some clear liquids. There would probably be some more rounds of Chemo just to be safe. Dr. Kumar was sure he had gotten everything but only time would tell if there had been some little piece left behind that they just couldn't see during the surgery. It was a delicate place to operate on and he didn't want to risk going any further or keeping her under any longer. 

	Every so often, Tasha would open her eyes for a short time. Looking around the room worried that she had only been dreaming about being out of surgery. Once her eyes fell on Lincoln a small smile would come to her lips, her fingers curling back against his hand before she would drift back off to sleep. She wanted him to go and get some real rest but she didn't bother speaking up about it. She knew no matter what she said he wasn't going to leave her side and something about that comforted her; it also made her feel guilty. guilty that he had to be there in the first place, guilty that she hadn't let him be there last time. But it seemed at least part of that was in the past now. They were in a place, one close to where they had left off before she had broken things off. She wasn't about to take another huge step backwards.