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   "Mmmm...you know your uncle well.  If you hadn't come in and gotten checked out he more than likely would have killed you worse. I'm sure happy you came in so we could clean you off."

Misty gives Clay a smile and a small knowing nod. She was happy he had come in and gotten checked out. To her it was important for him to make sure he was ok than to just let it go and maybe have something happen even worse.

   "I'm going to get some paper work for you to fill out, and you don't have to worry about any bills.  After that you can just rest till Rick gets here ok?"

Smiling again and giving a nod something told Stacy that he really mean that comment and he would do his best. At this point that is all she asked was that Dylan tried, and if it meant giving him a little of his own space than she would do it. 

   "Alright sounds good than. This weekend it is a date into town for all of us."

Stacy new Ashlee would be excited, and having Dylan along would be nice for her too. She was getting to the age where hanging with mom was becoming uncool, even if she never admitted it.  Her daughter was growing up and quickly she couldn't baby her forever.

   "I think she is out in the barn if you want to let her know you are going to be going with, or even ask her if its ok. I think I already know her answer though."

Letting go of Rosalyn so they could continue her work Cad can't help but laugh. She gave him a new life and made him feel full of energy. It was an amazing feeling, a wonderful feel and he was so honored to be able to have it.

   "Emergency buttons yes, I think your right. I do have some that need attachen right away."

Going back to the sink Chad starts to wash some more dishes before finally a little time had passed and they were all done. He had never been one to like doing dishes but being there with Rosalyn that was a whole new store and he was enjoying it.

   "Alright lets get to that garden, and than those shirts...I make no promises the bed sheets wont attack again though."

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Being helped by Misty, Clay lets her clean up his cuts and take care of him without complaint, even when it hurt. Though wincing a few times when it came to the stitches, he doesn't resist, knowing she was just doing what was needed. At least it appeared his ribs were just bruised really badly, and even though his jaw hurt, nothing was broken. He was amazed he hadn't lost some teeth for as much pain as he felt, but was glad things weren't worse.

Staying seated on the table once Misty was done, he moves his jaw around a bit gingerly as he held an ice pack to the worse eye. "I'm Clay...Johnston," he manages halfway clearly. "Rick's nephew."

He runs his tongue over the split in his lip before swallowing hard. "Um... I got waylaid... some guys were-"

"Rick's on his way," Gunner interrupts as he pokes his head back into the infirmary, looking to Misty. "He's on the other side of town though so it'll be a little while yet. I told him you were taking care of things and he was good with that." 

Hearing his uncle would be a while longer, Clay sighs. "Last thing I wanted was to cause him trouble. I just didn't have anywhere else to go." He knew Rick would give him a bad time for not going to the ER. Instead, he'd driven over an hour in this condition. But the fact of the matter was that he had no insurance and couldn't afford doctor's bills. He'd just wanted his uncle's help was all. And now he'd come and used the Elite staff instead, which probably meant a hefty bill anyway. So much for creative thinking. 

Lowering the ice pack, he manages to pry open his eye enough to squint through it at Misty. "I gave some cops a tip about a guy who'd tried to rob the gas station where I work," he explains. "I guess his buddies weren't happy with me, so they jumped me this morning when I got off work." He shrugs lamely. "Thought I'd just clean myself up but... I figured Rick would kill me if he found out anyway."

Dylan continues his stare at Stacy for another few moments, wondering at her willingness to trust him. He could overpower Ashlee anytime he wanted to. Yet her mother was choosing to trust him. Even with his past and his own father's distrust. Not that he and Ashlee hadn't been alone together since that stupid incident. But it wasn't often and they hadn't ever wandered farther than the pasture since then. Regardless, Stacy's trust was something that maybe Dylan hadn't expected, but...he did appreciate it. 

The only thing he'd worry about was any attempts to grab him or worse. He wouldn't want Ashlee caught in the middle and getting hurt. But if Stacy was okay with it, then he'd try not to let it bother him. He couldn't stay at the ranch forever. 

"I'll do my very best," he finally answers. "I'd let them take me before I'd let them hurt her."

Rosalyn had to give a little laugh. Clint did act like a kid sometimes. He hadn't always been such a kidder, but it was nice seeing him happy enough to really be himself. Rosalyn knew that underneath it all though, he did take being a husband and father seriously. He worried about taking care of his family like anybody else. The nights he spent awake in the shop weren't just random bouts with insomnia as he liked people to believe - most of the time it was his struggle with worries about supporting his wife and kids that robbed him of sleep. His funny need for coffee in the mornings wasn't just hyperactivity coming through - it was a veil to cover up exhaustion. There were only a few people that saw that side of him though, and Rosalyn knew that. And she was proud enough of him and how he had turned his life around that she would let him fool anybody he wanted to.

Her thoughts are brought to a halt as she's pulled into a new kiss. Returning it gladly, she felt herself melting all over again. And she couldn't help but wonder if she'd feel like this any time he kissed her. 

"Mmm... I think I could handle you kissing me here all day," she teases. One hand creeps up his arm and past his neck so her fingers could run through his hair and over his ear. "But I'd probably get chided for not getting my work done. So yeah... we should probably go to the garden." 

A mischievous grin emerges. "But after that, I'm sure the next emergency is shirt buttons."