She's adorably bossy, and he nods obediently. "Yes ma'am." He'll try to eat a little more, and a bath sounds good, even if it is far more limited here than at home. He's less thrilled at the idea of a wagon ride home, but pretty sure he can't ride a horse, even if his ribs are just bruised instead of broken.
Miles watches her with a worried look, but nods and heads directly to the tent as soon as she tells him to, eager to get to Bass's side, ensure he's okay for himself.
Bass smiles in relief at seeing Miles really is okay, too, if a little bloodier than Bass has seen him in a while. "I hear you have a story to tell. What did you two do?"
Mile doesn't really want to tell him, but Bass knows how to wheedle and get him to do as Bass wants, and he finds himself telling the tale, even as the bath and water are brought in. He finishes it just in time to help Bass into the tub as the President seems unsteady on his feet.
"...Damn." Bass looks stunned, even as he sinks into the water with Miles' help. "That seems distinctly off brand."
"Yeah."
"You're not as impressed as I am." Bass sends him a shrewd look.
"Oh, I'm impressed. I just didn't think she'd follow in our footsteps quite so fast."
"She was motivated. We've both been there."
"Yeah."
Bass stopd pushing, mostly because the doctor comes in to check on Bass. He's seen the bruises that are making Miles wince at their extent and vibrant colors, so he just examines Bass's eyes, checks his other neurological symptoms, and, finally, decides if he was going to have a seizure or stroke, he probably would have in the multiple days of unconsciousness before, so he can be allowed to sleep without needing to be awakened every two hours--which would likely get someone shot and then he'd have to deal with that.
"You need more laudanum?"
"Yes. Definitely."
"I can leave..."
"NO," Miles interjected.
"It with General Matheson or his niece with dosage instructions," he finished with an inquiring look at Miles, who let out a breath and nodded.
Bass shoots Miles a look and rolls his eyes. "General Matheson knows the drill, Doc."
"All right, then get some sleep, sir, and I'll be in to check on you in the morning."
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Miles watches her with a worried look, but nods and heads directly to the tent as soon as she tells him to, eager to get to Bass's side, ensure he's okay for himself.
Bass smiles in relief at seeing Miles really is okay, too, if a little bloodier than Bass has seen him in a while. "I hear you have a story to tell. What did you two do?"
Mile doesn't really want to tell him, but Bass knows how to wheedle and get him to do as Bass wants, and he finds himself telling the tale, even as the bath and water are brought in. He finishes it just in time to help Bass into the tub as the President seems unsteady on his feet.
"...Damn." Bass looks stunned, even as he sinks into the water with Miles' help. "That seems distinctly off brand."
"Yeah."
"You're not as impressed as I am." Bass sends him a shrewd look.
"Oh, I'm impressed. I just didn't think she'd follow in our footsteps quite so fast."
"She was motivated. We've both been there."
"Yeah."
Bass stopd pushing, mostly because the doctor comes in to check on Bass. He's seen the bruises that are making Miles wince at their extent and vibrant colors, so he just examines Bass's eyes, checks his other neurological symptoms, and, finally, decides if he was going to have a seizure or stroke, he probably would have in the multiple days of unconsciousness before, so he can be allowed to sleep without needing to be awakened every two hours--which would likely get someone shot and then he'd have to deal with that.
"You need more laudanum?"
"Yes. Definitely."
"I can leave..."
"NO," Miles interjected.
"It with General Matheson or his niece with dosage instructions," he finished with an inquiring look at Miles, who let out a breath and nodded.
Bass shoots Miles a look and rolls his eyes. "General Matheson knows the drill, Doc."
"All right, then get some sleep, sir, and I'll be in to check on you in the morning."