She yawned and rolled onto her back and stretched out and winced groaning.  She got up and grabbed a robe and began to do an interesting mix of a waddle and limp to the bathroom and grabbed some tylenol and took it.  She then smelt something cooking.  She waddle/ limped to the kitchen and saw him cooking and chuckled.  "My hero."  She moved to a lazyboy and sat down wincing a bit.  "It feels like you took my insides out, chewed on it a bit, then put me back together."  She leaned back she didnt look, so she didnt know if she had bruises or not but she felt weak from the blood loss.  But she wasnt complaining it was awesome.