Her wrist was throbbing but other than that, she was feeling much better after her bath and nap. Her head was still feeling a little thick, but it no longer ached, thank goodness. She got out of bed and spied a large robe hanging on the back of the bedroom door. She grabbed it off the hook and slipped her good arm through the sleeve and belted it around her waist. She was going to have to be careful about the length of the robe; otherwise, she would end up falling over the robe because it was dragging on the floor. She couldn't even roll up the enormous sleeve, so with a negligent shrug she cautiously made her way to the kitchen. She could smell coffee wafting through the cabin and let the aroma lead the way. “How are you feeling little spitfire?” Chase asked as he saw her enter the kitchen. “Much better, but I'd kill for a coffee.” “Come here honey,” Tony said holding out a hand towards her. When she was close enough, he pulled her onto his lap; then set about rolling the sleeve of the robe up on her arm.
