Re: Linden, Viola, Court, Bell | Operating Theater
Viola's stomach squirmed a little as Courtenay pointedly called her Doctor. He was trying to help, she knew. Trying, probably, to model the sort of behavior he'd anticipated from Linden. It was a sweet gesture, if an ill-advised one. She was just opening her mouth to speak when Linden interjected for her, and she closed her mouth again. Her eyes turned to Courtenay only briefly, and when she caught his gaze, her own dropped again, back to her hands which, now that she was out of surgery, flickered once or twice in and out of view.
"I'll fetch a stretcher," Viola said, and left the room for a minute, returning with the promised item. "I can help move him," she said to Courtenay. "You shouldn't put more stress on your injury." As if it really was an injury, but then she supposed that Courtenay had to play the part. "Major, would you mind escorting our guest back to the manor so the two of you can prepare for dinner? I can see to it the Marshal is comfortable and his knee is elevated. I'll follow after shortly."