See yourself through my eyes

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you When Sam opened the door he would see Phoebe standing there, arms crossed, brows furrowed in a disapproving look. ”Or the time. If he pulls his stitches it will hurt him worse and prolong his healing.” she chided. And unfortunately for the two love-birds (here it is important to note that the narrator wished to say the love bird and his tick, but it was terribly out of character), Phoebe knew what she was talking about when it came to healing time and incorporating intimacy. Of course, she was used to shooing men off their wives after giving birth, but the skill transferred to shooing Sam off Remi after being…hurt in some accident she still didn’t know what happened. When she stepped around Sam and back into the room, her cheeks reddened once more. A pillow on his lap? Really? She wasn’t that dumb, she could figure out why it was there. Some camouflage boys. ”Yes we know each other, though it seems you two are getting along quite swimmingly from the last time I heard.” she said with a little huff. ”Here I was, worried sick, dropped everything, thinking you’re on your deathbed, Remi, and instead you’re in here all hanky panky, having a grand old time of it just trying to make your injuries worse!” she said, chiding Remi now. Oh yeah. They were both getting the disappointed mom treatment today! ”Now what the heck happened that got you in here?” Phoebe said, waffling between being irritated that they had both let a moment get out of hand in a manner that could have cause Remi more harm and being very worried about Remi. ”What injuries do you have?”