*Daric waved her concern down.* "<em>Well, standing might be a problem, I think I have a least one broken rib and a couple fractured ones. I'll need to lean on you for support, and don't worry, I won't get to frisky.</em>" *He laughed as he leaned forward to stand. Tears formed in his eyes from the renewed pain.* "<em>I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I promise I'll wait till our third date.</em>" *He laughed and put his hand on the wall to steady himself. Standing was the easy part, walking not so much.* "<em>But I'll tell you what. You get me over to the med storage and I'll fix up that little cut on your head. As well as myself.</em>"