Sonya wasn't buying the Tom McConnell thing. She rolled her eyes at Brook and said, "It's okay sweetie, you don't have to cover for the deadbeat git. I understand."
She glared fiercely at Tom, and he couldn't help a wince. She was much too scary for his tastes--she made an excellent second that way, but the woman certainly had her prickly side. He sighed, and said, "Sonya, for the last time, she's not my--"
"Don't be an ass!" She slapped him on his injured arm, and he yelped. "What do you think me for, a fool? I know. It's okay, Tom, I get it. Don't need to cover anymore."
With another heavy sigh, he found himself shrugging it off. Whatever. He knew the truth, and so did Brook. Even if she wasn't trying very hard to admit it.
Francis was already talking again, either oblivious, or uncaring of the drama. "You'll need to stay in bed until the second week of May, I'd say. Uh, Major, if you please..." The doctor gave Tom a significant look that Tom didn't understand.
Then he burst like a bubble. "Bed. Right!" He lifted Brook into his arms as if she were a damsel in distress and marched out of the medic lab. "I'll give you a bed, but here this, you little liar, we are not sharing it!" He put his foot down, figuratively speaking. Thankfully, Sonya and others hadn't followed to hear it, because otherwise they'd have labeled him abusive as well.
Oblivious to the fact that carrying Brook all the way to her room looked a bit romantic to anyone who wasn't either Brook or Tom, he said, "And am not your wife! You're... you're practically my sister!" Ugh! Someone heard that! Now he *really* looked like scum! "Deadbeat dad... I'll show her deadbeat dad..." And he went muttering.
[OOC: Sorry I vanished, my brother kicked me when he went on the internet, and then I couldn't get back on. Waaaaaah!]