Something like that. Depends on who you ask.
[She manages a humorless smile, letting him attend to the spots she had missed.]
Kind of a career jumper, I guess.
Trust me, I’m not going anywhere.
[He was doing his best to reassure her, threading his fingers through her hair. He wanted her to know he was sincere.]
I mean it, princess. You’re my whole world and I’m not letting you go.
Combative patient regain consciousness. Nothing I haven't dealt with before. He just got the jump on me because I wasn't expecting him to regain consciousness as I checked his stitches.