queenofweapons:

You are not an infant but you have a really big wound on your side and I’d work better if I knew whether or not my job on said wound is good enough to let you sleep through the night.

^{[ Natasha stood from the couch, then leaned next to Whitney to help her up; then she tried her best to gently walk her to her bedroom. ]}

Fine, fine- [ She couldn’t really argue, after all. She was more vulnerable than she had intended to be in front of Natasha. She bit her tongue, trying not to make any noise as they moved to the bedroom ]

Please tell me you didn’t replace the bed.