"Yeah? And then what?" Rhiannon lowered her arm and let her hand rest in her lap. "Walk around wearing a cast? Put my arm in a sling for everyone to see? I can't afford to show a shred of weakness, Cian. If they know you're wounded, they come at you twice as hard."
She set her water bottle on the counter. It was strange, seeing someone that concerned. It had been years since Rhiannon spent any quality time around a person who wasn't used to this. In her family, you didn't go to the ER unless intestines were exposed. This was why she had wanted to wait a while to see him; she didn't want him to worry.
"Tell you what. If I ever see bone, or get stabbed, I will strongly consider visiting Dr. Poolhouse. Until then, I've got a bottle of black market antibiotics in my medicine cabinet. I'm sure they're fine." She suppressed a smile.