She turns to look at him, sheathing her claws.

He looked at them, 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!"

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 long ear and pulled him out of the chair. "Ow! Hey! Ow! Okay, okay, Im coming! Jeez."

This time Lise laughed.

She watches silently. She then remembers that her neck still hurts. A lot. But it's not too bad so she doesn't mention it.

"Miss Chase," the nurse snapped, looking at the two. "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."

Lise stands up.

She stands silently.

The cots were upstairs

She goes upstairs to the cots.

She also goes upstairs.