Bare my skin and count my sins
"No, you don’t get it." She shook her head and reached for his other hand but changed her mind in the last second. "If you had actually gone along with my plan and no fight my stubbornness it would have created a bigger mess." She settled for another squeeze and a sigh. "Doesn’t matter though."
Despite his urges for her to lie down, she pushed herself off the bed. “Actually that does sound a lot more comfortable. At least the lights are dimmer if nothing else.” And there’s no window that overlooks the mess hall. She’d at least like to pretend no one has seen her.
"Would you?" She leaned against him again. "Karin’s good but even she can’t take the pain away immediately. You’ve done enough already though, if you want to rest I won’t hold it against you."
"Then I guess insubordination is a good thing," Greg found himself joking. But his tone was still serious and his expression was still set in lines of worry. Her shoving herself off the bed did nothing to help, but she wouldn't be stopped unless she actually passed out. Frankly, he was surprised she hadn't yet.
They received only reluctant nod from the doctor and then Greg was helping Shepard from the room, back to the elevator (which someone had thankfully cleaned) and up to her cabin. "You should change your clothes," he murmured. His own needed changing, but he wanted to make sure she was settled before he left for the crew quarters to grab clothes for himself.
