"Sorry but you are not going anywhere," I tell her.
"I am!" she tries to scream but it sounds more like whining.
"Nope," I say again sternly.
"I have to work. I can't stay here," she tells me again.
"I have sorted that out with Cass. You are staying right here until you are fit as a fiddle, get it?" I tell her.
I can see she is slipping into her headspace again.
"But I have.. "
She is sitting on the couch. I kneel down and take her hands into mine.
"Listen to me baby girl. I can't let you go back when you are hurt. I am a doctor after all." I chuckle.
She pouts.
"I.. I.. You stay alone, baby. Tell me how on earth will you be able to take care of yourself when your one leg is hurt? You won't be able to move around yes? I want you to stay here and be my little, only for two weeks.
