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hahah wow... You should definitely watch it though ;P
Natasha winced when Clint lopped back onto the bed, causing her to bounce slightly. She looked at him and shook her head, "Of course I'm right."

She looked at the nurse, who nodded and left the room. Shortly, after Dr. Morrison came in and smiled at the two of them, "Alright Clint. If you could just sit up for me..." once her hand she looked at his eyes before shining a light into them. She tested a few other things and asked him a couple questions before she nodded, "So, you have concussion...
It isn't too severe as you don't seem to have any kind of memory loss... Feel free to lie back down and I'll get a nurse to bring you some tylenol for the headache and something to help keep your food down."

She walked around to Natasha, "While I'm here..." She shone the same light into Natasha's eyes before she grabbed a needle, "We didn't want to take any blood for tests before due to your serve blood loss but... I'm going to steal some right now and see if I can run some tests to ensure that nothing else is wrong," She stuck the needle in Natasha's arm and the red head looked away. She hated needles. She waited until the nurse taped her arm up before she looked back and cringed. Once she had left the room, Natasha looked at Clint, "Now, was that so hard?"
"Clint...." Natasha said softy as he rest his head on her's, "You should get it checked out... It will only take a minute I'm sure.... You won't even have to leave the room..."

She sighed and placed her hand on his chest, "I can be sure that it sickens you that you did all of that... But you weren't in your right mind... That isn't your fault. Besides, we can think of it as... Loki saw that I was the person that it would hurt you most to kill... Not your family or anyone else... And that's kind of a sadistic kind of sweet. That I mean that much to you, that he went to all that trouble to hurt you. That was his goal... It was to hurt you, don't let him win..."

She reached over a pushed the call button and within seconds a nurse was in the room. Natasha look at him, "Can you get someone to make sure that Agent Barton doesn't have a concussion?"
Anastasia nodded as he explained the conversation. She was, however, slightly confused as to why she couldn't be in the room. Maybe because they thought it might upset her, thinking about the coronation in which she would take her mother's title so soon after she died. She supposed that did make sense. She sighed, "I see... Well... Three months passed by quickly since I got here.... I'm sure they'll will pass quickly again."

She started walk down the hall, despite missing breakfast that morning, she was not hungry. And with it still being early afternoon, she didn't want to retire to her rooms. No, that would seem as though she was not okay... However, the garden and halls held to many memories and the city, well she wouldn't even be allowed to act slightly like there was something wrong. She closed her eyes for a moment, "Can we go out to the stables? I'd like to give... Gale... A good brushing..."
Gerald chuckled as he walked back to his desk after Samsul stormed out. His words may have been saying no but his actions both towards the Princess and toward him when he brought it up, might have been suggesting otherwise. He sat down at his desk and took the page with Anastasia's writing and hid them away, wanting to compare them as she progressed further. He sighed, he did hope that Samsul realized his feelings soon enough that he didn't get hurt. Gerald pursed his lips, a ball would be in order for the Princess's coronation. Gerald started to leaf through his books, planning the guest list.

Anastasia was staring at the painting outside of Gerald's office when Samsul came out. She looked at him and smiled, "What was it that he wanted to talk to you about?"
Natasha looked at him and laughed, saying that due to her own state, she should not be telling him that he looked awful. She sighed, "And I'm sure you are struggling with what you did and I did hit your head pretty hard," She smiled when he laid down with her. She closed her eyes as he ran his hand through her hair. After a moment, she moved toward him and attempted to find the most comfortable place curl up next to him without disturbing any of her injuries. Which was rather difficult. She looked up at him, "Have you seen a doctor? I hit you quite hard... You smelled like vomit earlier and you were unconscious for some portion of time. You also seem to have a headache and be a little dizzy... Those are all signs of a concussion..."

She reached her good hand up and touched his face, "I want to know you're alright..."
Natasha looked at him as he explained himself. She was quite surprised when he said that he loved her. She hadn't been expecting that. Nor had she been expecting the strange feeling of warmth that filled her and made her feel like a child. She bit her lip as she watched him, his head in his hands and after a moment, started to sit up. It wasn't till she was about halfway through the motion that she realized how much it hurt. Her head swam, her arm screamed, her sides burned, the cuts on her face stung, and her leg throbbed. Wincing through it all, she sat up. She placed her hand under Clint's chin and made him meet her eye. She smiled at him for a moment before she leant in for a kiss. It didn't last long. Her body was crying for her to lay back down and as she broke the kiss, she did just that.

Her free hand still shook, while the other clung to Clint's, her heart rate was still above normal. But since she woke up, she felt like she was actually okay. She think somewhat through the painkillers dripping into her body and it was easy to know that Clint wasn't going to hurt her. She moved over on the bed slightly, making a small amount of room, "Lie down... You look awful."
Dr. Morrison ran in when the nurse called for help. She grabbed a syringe and ran over to the bed. She looked at Clint as he tried to calm the woman down. She looked at her, "Natasha, it's alright. You were pulling your IV out, we had to restrain you... Now that your awake," she looked at the nurse who quickly ran to the other side of the bed and released that woman's wrist as the doctor did the same on her side.

Her wrists free and Clint not looking at her like he wished to kill her seemed to calm her down. Dr. Morrison placed the syringe back on the small table and looked at Clint, "If she starts to freak out again... Call us. We don't want her breaking something or tearing her stitches."

She nodded and left the room as Natasha lay there trying to calm down. She held Clint's hand tightly in her own as she stared at the ceiling. After a moment, she closed her eyes, "How happy Loki would have been to see that..." she took a deep breath, "That was exactly what he wanted..." she opened her eyes and looked at Clint, "Why did you kiss me?"
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