The Catacombs The elevator arrived, and they both stepped in, but Ava turned to face him, not giving up on her previous line of questioning. Ava: "Hey. Look at me." He felt like a child getting a lecture. Antsy, and a little embarrassed. Ava: "Alek hates me, and he's not remotely interested in me, John. He was just surprised I didn't cry because I spilt blood on my 500 dollar jeans." "Alek is interested in every beautiful woman, Ava." He began to get perturbed again, but then she stood on her toes to give him a kiss, drawing his attention back to her. Ava: "I gotta admit...you're cute when you're jealous..." "I am not jealous. I just don't want him getting any untoward ideas." Luckily they reached the infirmary, nearly giving the doctor on duty a heart attack when he noticed all the blood on Ava. She slipped into a restroom to clean up and change. Doctor: [to John] "You may of course wait with me your majesty." Already annoyed from their earlier encounter, he was about to tell the doctor that he would go where he damn well pleased, but then the doctor bowed to him, and John took a deep breath and sat in the chair that was offered. He knew Ava didn't like doctors, and he didn't like making her do things she didn't want to, but they needed to be sure everything was okay, especially if they were going to go out of town for a while. He fidgeted in his chair, looking over at the doctor. "So, do people usually need additional medical attention after being healed magickally, or...?"