Warren pressed his hand experimentally against Ali's forehead as he felt her temperature.  Hmm, no fevers...her body was adjusting to the injection as expected.  Good, a strong healthy body would serve Ali well in the coming weeks.  Warren had high hopes that she would be strong enough to last.  After all, he loved to play and it made him sad when his girls died on the table or left him after an untimely accident.  Warren loved each one dearly and the death of any left him in a deep funk.  He casually stroked Ali's cheek, feeling the definition of her strong cheekbones under her flesh.<br/><br/>'Of course, Maria.  Could you bring over the tray of injections?  I believe it's time for your sister to get her booster shots.'  Warren smiled at Ali.  Yes, he had an idea of what he was going to do next.  Ali needed labeling just like Maria did when she laid on this table, years ago.  'And also a bottle of peroxide, I have to make sure Ali's perfectly clean.'