Re: Doug and Maura
Maura had cleaned up as best she could. She was pretty sure the clothes she was wearing were a lost cause and would need to be tossed in the incinerator along with all the rest of the evidence of the surgery, everything that had come into contact with Travis' blood, really. But, as it was all dried by now, she let Doug hug her, sighing gratefully. Still, after a moment, she pulled away and smiled. "I don't want to get your clothes bloody, too."
Glancing back at the kitchen door, she nodded. "I know he does. You don't have to thank me, though. It's nice to hear. But, I was just doing my job." She smirked a little. "Although, if you and your brother truly want to thank me, I wouldn't say no to breakfast in bed and a foot massage," she added with a soft laugh. "I just hope he pulls through. No matter how good the doctor, in a lot of cases, it's the patient's will to live that's the deciding factor. Having TJ around to remind him of his reasons to life is probably the best thing for him right now."
She smiled again, although this time there was a hint of mischief to it. "And thank you for donating blood. I know how much you love things that are bloody."