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He was making his rounds in the infirmary, going through the stack of files that had been handed to him upon arrival. Today seemed to focus mainly on b***h work, discharging patients and filling out paperwork, though there was the odd patient who he was given to check in on, though even that was to just check vitals like some glorified nurse.

And the last of these just happened to be a patient that Finn had brought in himself.

Finn had stuck around just long enough to make sure that Cee was going to be okay, accepting the light reeming out he got by the life tech that was in charge at the time by explaining the circumstances of the injury. It still hadn't made him very popular in the infirmary at that moment, so he had left.

And now he was back, and since he had fully intended on checking up on her anyways, this whole thing just made doing so that much easier, and more excusable should there be any question about him going soft.

Approaching her stall, he slid back the curtain, eye going to the hospital bed that Cee would currently be occupying.

What would have been more surprising to Finn would have been to see her without the makeup and perfect hair. To him, it meant that she was obviously doing just fine, but he scooped her chart off from the end of her bed anyways, eye scanning down the topmost sheet of paper, which he soon lifted so that he could have a glance underneath.

"How are you feeling today, Miss DiGregorio?" He asked, completely ignoring her question though a small smirk did tug up at the corner of his lips. "On a scale of one to ten, how would you describe the pain you are currently experiencing?"

<********> No wonder everyone around here was giving him the stink eye. Did she behave this way with everyone?

"At this point I think perhaps we should consider amputation. You don't appear to be using your head for much anyways." He retorted, fighting an urge to roll his eye as he set the chart back down and moved around to the edge of the bed.

"Lift your gown up, please."

If she wasn't wearing a hospital gown, he didn't bother correcting himself.

Finn let out a snort of mild amusement at her return comment, but then went silent and stony faced when she did as she was told, flashing him a whole lot more than he was actually expecting.

And he was not about to complain about it.

Outwardly he barely reacted to the eyeful he was getting. A slow blink before his gaze lowered to the bruises along her ribs. Reaching out with latex gloved hands, he began to probe at these, gentle in some places, harder in others.

And then he stopped, turning his back to her, reaching for a tray located on a small metal table near the bed, snatching up the ear thermometer, and turning back towards her, revealing that his small smirk had returned.

"I suppose I could find time to perform a private check up on you, darling." He turned the thermometer on, reached out with his free hand to push the top of her head, encouraging her to tilt it just slightly, before he placed it in her ear and waited for the chime to go off indicating that it was finished.

Temperature was normal, and so he returned it to his home before reaching out to snag one of her wrists, two fingers pressed against her pulse as his eye went to a clock up on the wall, counting, or at least, attempting to count, while she nattered on in his ear.

"You won a modicum of my respect. Is that good enough for you, darling?" He asked, dropping her wrist and fishing out his cell phone from his jacket. After a bit of tapping on the screen, he handed it to her wordlessly and went back to her chart, filling in the appropriate data.

"I also definitely think that you came across sexier...up until you got booted ten feet across the sand." Though there was something oddly fascinating about the just how vicious the she-hulk had become in those last few moments of the fight, and that was pretty ******** hot as well.

It helped that they'd both had their boobs out at the time, he supposed.

"Good, because I was lying." He said, in the most matter of fact manner imaginable. "I have about as much respect for you as I do for any other cheap whore I see on the street....but yes, you were still hotter. Better boobs, nicer build, prettier face, and the whips are a nice touch as well." Still just listing facts, not in anyway doing this to earn points after the cheap whore comment.

"Also that lady man is ******** gargantuan, and not where it matters." He was referring to her height vs her tit size, of course.

He let her finish watching the video before holding his hand out, expecting to get it back. He hadn't even considered posting the video, because to have done so could have cost him his right to continue his medical practice, making all of his progress completely moot. He had only kept the damn thing this long so that he could show it to Jack when he got back from his Sahara mission.

"Probably safe to assume some s**t would have been had." He muttered, tapping his pen against her chart while looking at her. "Well, Miss DiGregorio, I see no reason why you can't leave any time you're ready. I can go and get your discharge papers ready."

Finn deadpanned on her.

"Is that a ******** yes or a no? Look, sweetheart, I don't give a s**t if you want to stay here or not. My shift is ending in fifteen minutes though so if you want the paperwork done up than now is the time to say so."

At that point Finn would have probably snorted, said something about not being her b***h, and wandered away to leave her there for another night, or at the very least, for the next techs on shift to deal with.

Instead, he turned and left without another word, to go and get her damn papers ready. It was his job, after all. "Fifteen minutes." He reminded her as he pushed his way past the curtains and out of sight.