"No, it's alright. I'm fine," Luke said.
"Sure you are, tough guy," Carrie said with a grin. "But how about we go have you check out anyway?"
"I'm serious; it's no big deal." Luke tried to sit up again. "Ouch! Okay, maybe it hurts a little, but I'll be fine. Just get me an ibuprofen and I'll be good as gold."
"Are you sure?" Margot fretted over Luke, stroking his hair. "You look like you're in a lot of pain."
Luke gently grabbed her hand to stop her petting. In the space of a few minutes, Luke had gone from feeling like the most masculine guy in the world to being treated like a little boy. "I work out every day. I’m sure it's just a sprain. I just need to work it out."
Margot kissed Luke eagerly and grinned. "If you insist…"
"Margot!" Carrie snapped as she rushed back in the room, car keys in hand. "Knock it off before you really hurt him, we need to take him to the clinic and make sure he's okay."
Margot tilted her head. "Umm, like this?"
"What do you mean, like what? Oh." Carrie was usually the logical one, how did she miss the fact that Margot was still wearing an angel teddy, of course that wasn't as bad as her black leather outfit. And Luke, well… "Oh yeah, I guess this wouldn't really look good. I suppose we should change first."