Winter Sunshine

Tending to the sick

'Loki,' Savannah said, 'I was wondering, if you had a bad dream, would handcuffs be enough to restrain you?'

'Restrain?'

'To stop you from hurting yourself.'

'I doubt it.'

'Okay, then.'

'Never mind.'

'How are you feeling?'

'I've been better.'

'Do you need me to get anything for you?'

'No.'

'Aren't you hungry?'

'I do not think I would be able to hold it down.'

'Do you want me to get you a drink, then?'

'No, thank you.'

'Something to read, maybe?'

'I'm fine.'

'Would you like me to give you some pain-killers?'

'I doubt they would work.'

'A stomach rub?'

'Yes, please.'

Savannah pulled off Loki's t-shirt, and gently rubbed his stomach in soothing circles. It probably was detrimental to his health, but if it made him feel better, then she would have done anything. Loki was almost completely asleep, when Tony burst in.

'You can't have sex with him.'

'What?'

'You can't have sex with him.'