"No worries, I'm fine!" she assured Royce, laughing from her position on the floor. Abbey got a few affectionate scrubs to her ears before he pulled her back. "Considering how we first met, I'd rather her greet me while being happy than being pissed off any day."
Charlie pushed herself to her feet, dusted her pants off, and looked up to find Doc glaring at a clump of dirt and dandelions on his desk. "Morning, Doc. You have an admirer I don't know of?"
Doc swallowed whatever retorts he held on his tongue with visible effort. "Where are those prescriptions I gave you yesterday? You were supposed to get them done before you went home. How the hell do you expect me to trust you with more responsibilities if you can't even-"
"Whoa, who spat in your coffee this morning?" Charlie said. "Or did you not have any coffee yet? Do you want me to get you some?"
"Just get me the damn prescriptions!" he yelled, turning to storm back into his office. He paused by Charlie's desk, where the dandelions still hung. "And you," by whom he could only mean Royce, refusing to use his name, "clean this mess up. I don't want a spot or a streak left, you hear?" The door slammed shut behind him.
Charlie crossed her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow at Royce and Abbey. "I don't really want to know, do I? Probably not. Here, help me."
She crossed the room to her desk, upended her metal pen cup, and began plucking the flowers to put into the cup. "I'll get water from next door after I finish taking care of these, but can you take care of the dirt?"