Brandon was poked and prodded by the doctor for some time, he made some very disgruntled noises as though he was disgusted at Brandon for getting such a pasting. Brandon was used to the doctors at CW doing this and merely grinned to himself. The doctor finally sat down opposite him and looked directly at him.
"Brandon, you have taken so many beatings lately that I'm going to have to sign you off until Kreature of the Ring. There's no way I can allow you to wrestle with so many injuries. After Kreature of the Ring I think it might be time you took a vacation and allowed your body to repair itself."
Brandon nodded.
"I was thinking that myself, I thought maybe I could take Doom somewhere nice."
His mind was already somewhere else and the doctor smiled slightly.
"Other than the broken bones and the bruises you seem okay, so no exertion for the next two weeks."
Brandon raised an eyebrow.
"Does sex count as exertion?"
The doctor shook his head in defeat.
"No rough sex, make it gentle. If you have any problems at all regarding your injuries, you must contact me immediately, especially if there's any problems with memory okay?"
Brandon made a nodding motion with his head as though he just wanted to get out of the office now. The doctor allowed him to go.
Brandon walked into the lobby where Doom was still sat reading, he pulled her up to standing and gave her the biggest hug he could muster and then kissed her passionately and deeply until she had to push him away to get some air.
"What was that for?"
Brandon grinned.
"Can't a man squeeze his girlfriend half to death for fun these days?"
Doom grinned up at him.
"OKay, what did the doctor say then?"
Brandon put his hands round her waist and pulled her close to him.
"He said no rough sex for at least two weeks."
Doom giggled as did Brandon.
"Actually he's signed me off work until Kreature of the Ring, usual drill, blah de blah de blah, etcetera, etcetera. He also thinks I should take a vacation after the Kreature of the Ring, so where do you fancy going?"
Doom looked at him.
"Are you serious? You want me to go on vacation with you?"
Brandon grinned.
"Well, you didn't think I was going on my own did you? I'd come back with a sprained wrist if that happened!"
Doom had already decided once they got into the car that Brandon was going to stay at the Carnival with her, where she could keep an eye on him. He'd played his injuries down but she wasn't so convinced. A couple of times she caught him favouring his ribs when he thought she wasn't watching and she noticed that when the painkillers started to wear off he moved very slowly and very gingerly.
