whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Frowning at Morgan's refusal, Loren stared at her for a moment. As he did, his fingers drummed a beat on the Warden's desk. Finally, he nodded, just once. "Fine. Compromise. Come to the infirmary tomorrow regardless of how you feel and let me give you a physical." Stepping back, he folded his arms across his chest. Meeting her gaze directly, he stuck his chin out a bit. "You might think I'm being stubborn about this, but I'm just trying to do my job, honest. Best case, I'm wrong and the worst you'll get is a bit of poking and prodding." He pressed his lips together, regarding her steadily as if daring her to refuse.
what goes, let go
LOREN
