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Started October 28, 2018 by Deleted user

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A yawn broke through her protests. "Marcus… Your chest…." She sat up to shift. "I don't want to hurt you…" She laid down beside him.

Marcus couldn’t help a soft chuckle as he slid down beside her. “It doesn’t hurt when you are near…” His whispers stirred the hairs sweeping over her forehead, the hairs that he moved to brush away.

Winifred hummed with pure elation as she took his hand and kissed his palm, holding it against her cheek. "I love you, Marcus…"

He rubbed his thumb gently over her cheekbone. “I love you too.” Leaning forward, he planted an affectionate kiss to her forehead. “Now, sleep.”

"Yes… Lord Marcus Crenshaw…" She muttered with a smiled, shutting her eyes and cuddling close to him.

“Don’t call me lord…. I am your equal…” was the last thing he murmured in her ear before his eyes fell shut.

Winifred helped Marcus into a sitting position and smiled, sticking her pen through her hair, which was all piled up in a haphazard bun. After weeks of care and coddling, Marcus was ready to get back into the swing of things. She removed his stitches later today but first, some physical exercise to help him bounce back better.

Marcus winced in pain, but managed a smile. He steadied himself with a hand on Winifred’s shoulder, attempting to rise. Nearby, Angeline dunked a cloth in cool water.

Winifred braced her hand on his lower back. "There ya go." She nodded her approval. "Remember, you know how to do all of this stuff, it's merely elementary, dear. All you're doing is working stiff muscles. Okay?"

(Elementary, my dear Watson)

Marcus nodded, smiling up at her. He successfully got to his feet and tried to take a step forward, succeeding. Angeline came up beside him and wiped his sweating brow with the cloth.

(Ooh, later on can we have an Angeline-Winifred interaction?)

((dies of fangirl combustion…. Yes, of course we can))
Winifred's smile widened. "Yes, there we go. See, it's simple." She looked up at him. "This is just a test run, Marcus. Tell us when you get tired."

(yassss and yass)
(John+Sherlock ship, yes or nah?)

Marcus's smile widened slightly. He thanked Angeline, taking another careful step forward. After a few more, he let go of Winifred and leaned against the wall, trying to walk on his own.

Angeline kept her eyes trained solely on him, conflicted emotions flickering across her face.

((Don't hate me but nah, I likes Sherlock the lone wolf))

Winifred smiled even though her heart pounded furiously in her chest. She watched Marcus with worried eyes. She couldn't help it, she wanted him to be safe at all times. She stayed close enough to catch him if he tripped or fell or crumbled.

(Oof)

Marcus managed to do a whole round of the room before he sagged against the wall, pain spilling through his chest. His smile was weak, but triumphant. “How did I do?”

"Good job! Such a good job, I'm so proud of you." Winifred place a hand on his cheek, but stopped herself before she kissed him. You're his doctor right now…. she told herself. She helped him back to the bed, sitting him down slowly. "I'll get you a glass a water, you rest and maybe we can try again later."

Marcus nodded with a trembling smile, hating his growing exhaustion but knowing there was nothing he could do about it. “Thanks, Winifred.”

Angeline bit her lip, silent as she approached him with the cloth.

She squeezed his hand before disappearing into the bathroom with a cup. All the while she smiled, thinking of how strong and amazing Marcus was, already he was recovering faster than she'd expected.
He is truly exceptional.

Noting Angeline’s silence, Marcus met her eyes, worry evident in his own. “Angeline? Are you alright?”
She continued to wipe his brow, silent.

Winifred let the cold water fill the cup before returning to Angeline and Marcus. She handed the cup to him and took a step away, picking up her notepad and pulling the pen from her hair.

Marcus took a sip of water, his eyes trained on Angeline. “Angeline?” he repeated. “What’s wrong?” She didn’t answer.

Winifred put her notepad down and looked to Angeline. She placed a hand on her shoulder. "Are you alright, dear?" Was she hurt? Or in pain? It had been a while since Winifred had checked in with her.

Angeline glanced meekly up at Winifred, shaking her head. "No, I'm not in any physical pain," she promised, though she definitely didn't mention emotional pain. Marcus sat up a little straighter. "Is it Luc? Did he threaten you??" After a pause, she forced herself to meet his eyes. "He did not."

Worry filled her eyes and dread invaded her stomach as Winifred looked Angeline over. "Angeline. You must tell us what is wrong that we may fix it."