Bean and me only!~

Andrew chuckled. "Sorry, this isn't my scene." he laughed quietly, smiling. "Anyways, I'll leave you be. You're good though.." he commented, patting her shoulder and leaving the room.

She smiled. "Thank you. Go get some more rest, healing boy," she chuckled.

Andrew nodded, sighing as he went to his room and plopped on the bed. "Ow..." he mumbled, sighing as he rested his head on the pillow and closed his eyes. "Hm...soft...thankfully."

Ashley worked quietly on her jacket. When she was finished detailing it, she tried it on, turning in front of the mirror. She smiled to herself, proud of her work, and placed it on a hanger.

Andrew had no clue how long he slept, but he had a feeling it was at least a good two hours. He sat up quickly, almost forgetting about his injury and instantly falling back, groaning loudly. "Augh!" he hissed, angry that the wound wasn't healing as fast as he wanted it to. "I hope Ashley hadn't heard that..." he mumbled, sighing.

Ashley was in the shower, so she didn't hear a thing. She got out soon after, though, and changed into pajama pants and a tank, towel-drying her hair.

Andrew yawned, laying in his bed and knowing he might as well stay there. Though he couldn't help but notice the sound of the bathroom door closing. Did she take a shower? "Hm...well at least she's comfy." he chuckled, smiling.

Ashley quietly peeked her head in to check on him. "Oh, you're awake," she said, looking apologetic. "Making sure you're okay. Need anything?"

Andrew chuckled. "Nah, but just you coming in to check on me is nice. How are things going?"

"I finished the jacket I was working on and tried it on. Looks good," she smiled. "I'll work on the skirts tomorrow."

Andrew nodded, smiling. "I still haven't seen it though." he mused, grinning.

She chuckled. "Okay, I'll go get it," she said and was back with the jacket on, turning in a circle. "What do you think?"

Andrew whistled, definitely liking the style of it. "Nice. Definitely good for work." he smiled, leaning against his pillows. "So, what time is it again?" he asked, not wanting to risk more pain while looking over at his clock on the nightstand.

"Looks like it's almost nine at night," she said, looking at his clock. "Do you want more food, healing boy," she chuckled, shrugging the jacket off.

Andrew shook his head, smiling. "Nah, just some company is all." he said, patting the space beside him.

Ashley smiled and sat down beside him. "Are you hurting too bad," she asked.

Andrew shook his head, smiling. "No, not really, at least not right now. Why?"

"Just making sure," she smiled.

Andrew yawned, nodding. He closed his eyes, sighing. "I hate having to stick to bed rest.." he mumbled, shaking his head. "Boring."

She chuckled. "Once you feel a little better, we'll go do something," she promised.

"Anyways, how are you doing on your end?" Andrew asked, knowing this has all been a rush. He almost died and she almost could've gotten killed as well.

"I'm good. A little sleepy," she smiled.

"Good. So, any plans later on this week? I was thinking to maybe..take you out for dinner." Andrew said, clearing his throat and smiling.

She smiled. "I'd like that. I'll have my clothes done by then, too," she grinned.

Andrew chuckled, nodding. He held her hand, smiling. "Good, for once you'll look as you should. You know? Good.." he said, though he meant that she would finally be normal.