He sat up pretty fast as she attemped to, putting a leg off the bed. "Let me see it before you try to move too much." He said patiently, a calm but insistant inflection. He got up for a moment to move the blanket out from under him- 'cause he slept with it off. He sat back down, facing her this time.

Tempe rolled her eyes when he sat up, huffing at him. "Drama queen. I'm fine." She muttered, watching him get up. "I just wanted to sit up, I don't think that would've turn my stitches." She joked, flopping the blanket off of her. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it to show her wound, frowning at him.

He glared at her. "You play momma bird on me all the time, you get a taste of your own medicine." He said mockingly, leaning forward over her. He gently peeled the tape off, glancing over her wound. He got a curious look on his face. "You heal fast." He didn't touch it and just sealed the tape back on, holding a hand down so he could help her up.

"My momma birding consists of me holding you and slapping my palm on various parts of your body, not restraining you." Tempe muttered, tilting her head up at the look on his face. "Uhm, yeah. Because I'm dead." She huffed, grabbing his hand and slowly, painfully making her way up.

"I'm not restraining you either." He gave her a look. "Oh be nice, you've never gotten hurt in front of me before and you're the first angel I've met." He cocked an eyebrow. Pulling her up steadily, he put a hand on her back to help keep her steady.

"Fine. I'm not good at being a patient." Tempe huffed, wincing when she got to her feet. She wobbled and stood for a moment, her other hand curling around his bicep. She took a deep breath and tried to take a step, falling into him slightly once she lifted her foot to a certain point.

He stood up with her, keeping himself ready to catch her. "I noticed." He smiled slightly, looking her over for a moment before she started to move. He was very careful about how he caught her, putting a hand on the good side of her waist and one under her right elbow. "You sure you're ready for standing?" He said, teasing.

Tempe gave him a pitiful look. "No. But I wanna be." She complained, slowly readjusting so she could stand straight again. She gently moved so she could sit down, plopping on the bed and looking up at him with a face that almost perfectly mirrored :(. "I don't wanna sit here forever." She muttered.

Nate crossed his arms as she sat down. His head tipped down to face her. "It won't be forever. It won't be very long either. You're healing surprisingly fast, I assume you won't need stitches before the week's up." He looked behind him, taking a step back to sit on the other bed.

"But that's like three days." Tempe muttered, frowning at him. "I don't wanna have stitches for three more days, Nate." She huffed, gently swinging her legs up onto the bed. "What am I gonna do for three days?" She asked unhappily, lolling her head to the side to look at him.