Frankie blushed and Yaeger growled. "Don't start with my mate."
Lucas held up his hands. "Not starting anything. Let's look at those wounds, shall we? I need you to lie down to make this easier," he said and got to work. "They've healed nicely. I can remove the stitches from all but these two here," he said, indicating two across his chest, "and your arm. I'm leaving those in until tonight. Those were bone deep. They're going to scar, just like your arm. That was smart thinking on your part, using your arm to protect your throat. If you hadn't, you wouldn't be here right now, brother."
"Yeah. I know. If Frankie hadn't found me when she did, I might not be anyway," he replied.
"True that. She saved your life. Listen, I've got antibiotics I want you to take the next couple of days. You got an infection from the attack. I gave you a heavy dose of antibiotics early this morning that knocked out the fever you had, but I still want you to take the antibiotics. I also want you to take it easy, nothing too strenuous for the next few days while you finish healing. I mean it, Yaeger."
He saluted him. "Aye aye, Captain."
"Smartass. Keep him resting. The snowstorm is supposed to hit tonight. I'll get out here before it rolls in to take care of the last of the stitches. Call if you need anything," he told Frankie.
Yaeger waited while Frankie walked Lucas out. When she came back, he held his hand out to her. "What do you say you help me out of this bed, we go out to the living room, and put something on the boob tube."
"The boob tube?" she repeated with a laugh.
"Yeah, the boob tube. What, you've never heard it referred to that way before?"
"No, I can't say I have."
"Well, there's a first time for everything, darlin'. So, what do you say?"
"Sounds good." She helped him up and they made their way to the living room. "You know what I want to watch?"
"What's that?"
"Supernatural. I haven't seen it in awhile."
"Then we'll pull it up on Netflix and watch it," he replied.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive, Darlin'. Let me get the fire going. It's a little chilly in here." In no time at all he had a nice fire going in the fireplace. "There we go."
They stretched out on the sofa. "Don't you have to work today?" he asked, nuzzling her.
"I took a couple vacation days, so I'm all yours for the next three days, longer if we get snowed in."
"I like the sound of that," he growled. "I like having you all to myself. Even if I'm under doctor's orders not to do anything too strenuous. I'm a greedy bastard." He kissed her temple and turned the Roku tv on before navigating to Netflix. Soon the opening salvo to Supernatural filled the air.
"Mmm I love me some Winchesters," Frankie said, "especially as they got older."
"I'm suddenly feeling jealous of fictional characters."
"Oh, baby, you know you're my man, but that doesn't mean I can't drool over Sam and Dean Winchester. And don't even get me started on Papa Winchester. Jeffrey Dean Morgan is a fine specimen of a man. Not as sexy as you, but he's a close second."
Yaeger laughed a full-belly laugh. "Darlin', you're too much. Let's watch the show. You can drool all you want because I know whose bed you're going to be in tonight," he growled playfully.
They spent their day binging episodes of Supernatural. For lunch she reheated the fried chicken she'd made the day before and they had their picnic lunch after all, just a day late.
"Did you make the potato salad?" he asked after a bite.
"Yes I did. Why, does it suck?"
"No, it's good. Reminds me of my mama's homemade potato salad."
"That's quite the compliment," she said, preening.
"It is."
