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“Always.” He pulled her hand to his lips for a soft kiss. “There’s somewhere I want you to go with me.”

Phoebe perked up. “Oh yeah?” She fiddled with the column of his throat, and when Quentin spoke his voice was thick and gruff.

“Yeah,” he responded. “Let’s get out of here first, and I’ll tell you all about it.” Quentin resumed putting on his coat.

“Hold on; you can’t just leave. The doctor said you should wait a while until you’re released.”

Just then the door swung open, and Dr. Bradshaw walked in. Quentin smirked and glanced at Phoebe with a slow approving nod of his head.

“There you go,” he said.

Phoebe grinned. “You think you know it all, don’t you?”

“Nah, you think I know it all.”

“I’m glad to see you’re feeling better.” Dr. Bradshaw said. “Let me have another look at you before you hightail it out of here.”

Phoebe stood back while the doctor assessed Quentin’s torso.

“Mmhmm,” Dr. Bradshaw said. “Here’s a prescription for some pain medicine. You’re going to need it.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” Phoebe said, taking the prescription off of his hands.

“We’ll just call you the Iron Man,” Dr. Bradshaw continued.

Quentin’s smile was huge now.

“Oh brother,” Phoebe whined.

“What I tell you?” Quentin said. “Made of steel.”

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