As Remy started to fix his stitches, she nodded slowly, glad he could at least admit to it. "If you wanted a commune you should have just told me," she said with a straight face, a little too hard to tell if she was joking or not. She held up her hand when he held onto his head, "How many fingers am I holding up? Do you feel tired or nauseous?" she wasn't to make sure he hadn't gotten a concussion or something.
"I am so serious when I say that for the next .. 72 hours you're not getting out of bed. And I mean it. Not at all. I'm going to stay home to make sure you don't. The only time you're getting out of bed is to go to the bathroom.." she gave him a pointed look, "And I'm telling you this as your doctor, not your wife, so please listen.. you really hurt yourself.."