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Shepard sighs and lifts up her leg, inspecting the fresh bandage. “Thanks, Doctor”
“It’s my job”, Chakwas replies “Though if I think about it, toilet kicking injuries were never specifically mentioned.”
Garrus starts laughing again and Shepard shoots him an annoyed look, or tries to at least. Even she can’t deny that the whole situation is objectively hilarious.
“Do you often kick your furniture?”, the Doctor asks.
“Kind of”, Shepard answers, repressing another sigh “It’s a frustration thing. I once tried to build this shelf, but the instructions might as well have been in Asari. Damn maybe they should have been in Asari then I could have used my translator. I ended up snapping one of the boards in half.”
Garrus tilts his head at her. “Do you just have a...visceral hate for furniture or something?”
“Oh come on. You know I like blowing things up, that’s only one step up from breaking things. And I learned from it. I’m never building my own furniture again.”
“Don’t know if that was the right lesson.”
“No, I’m pretty sure it was.”, Shepard grins.
Both Chakwas and Garrus laugh. “You’re dismissed. But I might still put you into anger management.”
“After the war, Doctor.”
They walk out of the medbay. Shepard thinks about heading to Liara’s office and making sure there’s no recording of her with her foot stuck in the toilet, but if there is one it’s probably already double and triple backed up. She is dealing with the Shadow Broker after all.
“You know”, Garrus says “If...when we retire after all this I am not letting you near the furniture.”
“You can’t just put me in a padded cell.”
“Oh yes I can, watch me.”, he puts an arm around her waist and Shepard leans into him. Garrus takes the opportunity to swoop her up into his arms, lifting her off her feet.
“Hey!”
“You’re injured.”
“It’s nothing!”
“You are also a danger to the interior design, so I am now…”, he starts making his way towards the elevator. “Carrying you to your padded cell, otherwise knows as your cabin.”
Shepard laughs and rests her head against his chest. She might be angry and stressed and frustrated, but he can always make her smile.