"Good choice." She says, fidgeting with a vine in her hand.

He looked at Claire, and that faint, familiar smile crossed his lips. "I have to be on top of my game if Im going to kill things for you, right?"

"What you need," the nurse replied, stalking toward him with a steely glint in her eye, "is to go back to bed. I did not spend the last few hours stitching you back together for you to fall apart because you refused to stay down. Go on, now. Back to bed!"

She chuckles, looking over at him.

He looked vaguely amused, but let himself be herded back into the room, and the nurse shut the door firmly behind him. "Bullheaded youngsters," she sighed. "Think theyre invincible." Puck snickered, which was the wrong thing to do. She whirled around. "Oh, you think its funny, do you, Goodfellow?" she snapped, and Puck winced. "I happened to notice your shoulder doesnt look well at all. In fact, its bleeding all over my clean floor. I believe it needs stitches. Follow me, please."

"Its only a flesh wound," Puck said, and the nurses gaze darkened. Stalking back across the floor, she grabbed him by one ear and pulled him out of the chair. "Ow! Hey! Ow! Okay, okay, Im coming! Jeez."

"Miss Chase," the nurse snapped. "While Im fixing up this idiot, I want you to get some sleep. You look exhausted. Use the empty cot in the patient room, and tell Amano that if he bothers you, Ill break his other leg. After Im done with Robin, Ill come by with something for your throat."

She smiles, watching Puck with a smirk. "Of course, thank you." She says, heading to the patient room.

A satyr with a broken leg was in there already

She went to an empty cot, making sure not to bother the satyr.

The satyr invited her to share his "much softer bed."

She chuckles, shaking her head. "I'm alright, thank you for the offer though."

He just shrugged.