"Four," he said easily, knowing the answer and mostly just wanting Willa to leave. Beck wouldn't normally do this and he didn't even know how he ignored the pain on his way into work. As the long hours went on though, the pain had doubled around the wound and he could barley keep his concentration when he was around patients. His focus was already slipping and the walls around them felt like they were blurring.
"I got hit last night. My brother. Worse than I thought," he said, not caring to throw his brother under the bus. He couldn't imagine a world where Willa and Clyde had a conversation as they had never had before. Beck felt his knees soften and he moved to sit on the bed. If. he didn't do something soon, he would pass out cold and look even more suspicious. "I'm going to continue-" he said her, biting back the pain. Beck passed her a glance and winced. ""How good are your healing skills?"
Willa couldn't help but roll her eyes, even as Beck stood in front of her, clearly suspicious and up to no good, he still had the consistency to be a know-it-all. Still though, Willa decided that she may as well take his word for it. Noting down the number of spare rooms on the clipboard in her hand before setting it down the parchment down on the nearby bedside table.
Willa couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as Beck detailed that his pain was caused by his brother. "Your brother did this?" She gestured to Beck's demeanour which demonstrated nothing but pain. Sure, Willa understood the frustrated that came with having siblings but this seemed intense. Although Willa also had to remember that Beck's brother had to deal with the man in front of her on a more consistent basis, which Willa gathered would be frustrating. "Terrible, but I've never truly tried." Willa shrugged, "I could give it a try."





















