''So you're not upset about it?'' Marshall questioned. He'd led Agatha back inside and finally plucked up the courage to tell her about the picture of them together going around the internet.

''Of course not all though I am flattered that they think I'm your mother. I'm much older than her you see,'' Agatha gave a little giggle, placing her hand on Marshall's shoulder in reassurance, ''in all seriousness I do feel you'll have to talk to Jodie about.''

''Yeah, I will don't...'' He held his finger up stopping himself midsentence as he went to reach for his phone. It was the hospital calling, ''sorry it's the hospital,'' Agatha nodded in understanding, gesturing for him to answer the phone.

''Good afternoon,'' the first thing Marshall did was frown and look down at his watch, surprised that it was the time it was,'' am I speaking to Mr Mathers?''

''Yes.''

''Ah good, well Miss Kingly is out of surgery and should be coming back around soon. If you pop over to the reception on the third floor and tell them who you are, you'll be able to go see her. Now is it just you?'' The nurse or even receptionist Marshall had no idea asked.

''Er no, I've got her grandmother with me too,'' he could sense that the woman on the phone was about to aw, but stopped herself when she realised who she was talking too. So after a hasty cough, the conversation continued.

''That should be fine I'll let them know that you and...''

''Agatha,'' Marshall slotted her name in the pause in the sentence.

''Yes, you and Agatha will be coming to see Jodie,'' with that they hung up and Marshall was left to go back to Agatha who had picked up some gossip magazine, flipping through it was a disgusted look on her face.

''No wonder some women are so insecure,'' he heard her mumbled under her breath. Not particularly wanting to get into a debate about the portrayal of women in magazines Marshall instead let her know it was time to go see Jodie.

''Oh goodie, she was always my favourite grandchild I don't think I mentioned that did I,'' Agatha started up again flinging the magazine back onto her abandoned seat.

''No, I don't think you did. Whose you're least favourite if I can ask?'' Marshall questioned as he led the old woman into the lift. He would have taken the stairs but felt as if Agatha wouldn't have been able to manage.

''Oh, of course, you can ask. Bradly, he's done nothing with his life, I mean he has a wife and kids, but never done anything worthwhile. Now I know what you're thinking neither has Jodie, but she never had the opportunities Bradly did. He could have gone to university like his brother, but decided to bet all his money from his day job,'' Agatha shook her head and continued to rant about how Bradly wasn't exactly likely to get back in her good books anytime soon.

Marshall found himself spacing out. He'd begun to worry about Jodie, about what side effects she may have gotten. He could remember a little like loss of memory for a time and perhaps causing her to lose her sense of smell or something. Although, he knew which one she was worried about the most and for the rest of the journey in the lift he wished she didn't get that side effect either.

Agatha had finished her rant about Brad by the time the doors on the lift opened and they found themselves on the third floor or as Jodie would say the second (her concept of flooring levels was very much alien to him).  The reception was a little off to the side and Marshall found that Agatha had let go of his arm and bolted towards it. When he finally caught up to her he found her bouncing on the balls of her feet. The only thing he could think of in that second was how did she have so much energy for such a frail-looking person.

''Er hi, was told to come here to see Jodie?'' He asked the young receptionist who had just gotten off the phone.

''Could I have your names,'' she beamed over at him as she went to type away at her keyboard. Marshall was sure she wasn't even typing a single thing.

''Agatha Kingly and Marshall Mathers, I'd like to see my granddaughter thank you very much,'' the smile on the receptionist dimmed a little at how full of fire Agatha's tone seemed to be. Marshall was sure that she'd be spitting fire if she could.

''Nurse mullings will be here to collect you in a minute,'' the receptionist replied timidly, she was no longer pretending to type at her computer any more either.

''Damn, remind me to to get on you're bad side,'' Marshall joked.

''Oh sweetheart you ain't seen nothing yet,'' he wasn't going to lie Jodie's grandma was starting to frighten him a little bit.

''You must be here for Jodie, she's just waking up now so if you'd like to come with me,'' the nurse was a younger-looking male and Marshall noticed you didn't need to tell Agatha twice before she'd latched onto the nurses arm near enough pulling him to the room he was leading them too.

Marshall blew out a breath that he didn't even know he was holding. Jodie lay perfectly sill in the bed; her hair was a crazy mess and her chest rose and fell periodically. He let Agatha take the chair by the bed while he made his way over to the window. Not caring if he was allowed to or not he opened it to let some air in; he'd always hated how hot and stuffy hospital rooms always appeared to him.

''How are you feeling,'' Marshall whipped round to look over at the bed to see if he'd heard right. Jodie was indeed up and Agatha was holding her hand.

''Wa..water,'' Jodie rasped out and Marshall was at her other side in seconds.

''Here ya go,'' he placed the straw in her mouth and she near enough drunk it all.

''Th..thank you,'' Jodie gave him a week smile, the drowsiness was clear in her voice. Marshall was about to say something when the nurse appeared in the room again.

''Right, I now have a few things regarding your recovery Jodie...'' Marshall held his breath this was where they found out which side effects Jodie had and how she was most likely to recover.