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Claire woke up to the sound of her phone vibrating.

Her eyes opened slowly and she saw that her phone was on the table charging next to a cup of coffee. She carefully sat up, careful to not wake Owen. His years in the military had made him a very light sleeper and she hoped the drugs would keep him asleep a little longer. She padded across the linoleum barefoot and reached for the cup that was still hot. She took a sip and it was just how she loved it.

Next to it was her duffle bag, now doubt with a change of clothes inside. Thank god for Zara. She picked up the phone and nearly choked on her coffee. She had four miss calls from Karen, three texts from Zach, five missed calls from Mr. Masrani and nine from Hoskins.

She really, really didn't want to deal with Hoskins, so she started with the texts from Zach. She swiped the screen and it immediately opened to his message. What happened to Owen? The first one said followed by Is he okay? And a Gray want's to know if the Raptors are okay.

Claire frowned, she hadn't called her family about what had happened to Owen. How did they know?

She swiped the menu down and saw that her Facebook page indicated that she was tagged in something and also that there was a conversation on it. She padded over back to the bed and sat down, Owen didn't stir. When the page loaded, she choked on her coffee and that woke Owen.

He jumped, his hand going to her waist. "What's wrong?" He slurred, trying to grasp his bearings.

She turned the phone around to show the picture of the both of them. "Zara stopped by this morning and posted this." He took the phone from her and struggled through the drug haze to comprehend what was on it and it took a couple of blinks before he smiled.

"Look we've already got a bunch of likes." He teased, rolling onto his back stiffly.

She took her phone back and gave him a soft glare. "My sister has called me four times. . ." Her phone rang and sure enough Karen's name popped up on the screen. "There she is again."

His laughter followed her out of the room and she smiled at the doctor who nodded his hello as he went into the room. "Hello?"

"Claire! Thank god!" Karen said into the phone. "Are you okay? What happened to Owen? Is he okay? Why didn't you. . ."

"Karen!" She snapped after a moment of being bombarded by questions. "Owen will be okay, he was in surgery until after midnight and I haven't had a chance to call anybody."

Her sister let out a breath to calm herself. She hadn't yet met the man who made such an impression on her boys and his sister, but had talked to him when Claire had skyped Gray to wish him a happy birthday. Owen had sent Gray a book about Velociraptors and also threw in some classic video games for Zach that they had bonded over while they stayed at his bungalow.

"What happened?" She asked after she calmed down.

Claire turned to look at Owen who was talking to the doctor. "Please don't tell the boys, but he was bit." She said with a heavy sigh. "It's a long story, but it was an accident. The doctors repaired his shoulder and set his wrist back into place, with some therapy he should regain his full range of motion."

"Was it the raptor?" She asked and Claire rolled her eyes. "Or was it something else? Those monsters. . ."

"Karen they aren't monsters, they're dinosaurs." She corrected. "Yes, he was bit by one of the Velociraptors, but it wasn't either of their fault. He was trying to deescalate a situation regarding a contract employee when she got him."

"If you say so." Karen said. "I'm glad that he's alright. That picture is cute by the way, he's good for you. . ."

"Bye Karen." Claire started and moved to end the call when Karen shouted into the phone. "I'm done talking about this, I love you, tell the boys that he's okay and I will call later..." She ended it and leaned against the wall for a moment, looking at her phone and realized that he wallpaper had been changed to the picture that Zara had posted. She bit her lip to hide her smile before returning to the room, she would call Mr. Masrani later.

". . . I'm going to go get supplies to open these bandages and see what's happening. What color would you like your hard cast to be?"

Owen looked at Claire, giving the choice to her. "Purple." She answered as she took her seat in the chair next to Owen.

"Purple it is." He said with a smile. "As I was telling Owen, if things look good and he promises to wear his sling, take his meds and do the physical therapy he can go home in a couple of days as long as he has someone to stay with him."

She nodded and reached over to take his hand in hers. "I will keep an eye on him." She said and he gave her a small but playful glare. "I will arrange my schedule to make sure that he gets to where he needs to be."

He nodded. "Good." The doctor said with a smile. "She's too good for you Owen."

Owen's pout turned into his bright smile. "Don't I know it." He answered with a squeeze of his hand.

"Let me go get those supplies and I will have someone from therapy come talk with you." He said and disappeared through the door.

He looked up at her and motioned for her to sit with him on the bed. "How is your sister?"

"Concerned for you, she saw the picture that Zara posted. . ." She answered as she got up to sit on the bed with him. She slid down the bed and rested her head against his shoulder. He shifted and hissed as he readjusted his heavy arm. She sat up looking at him in concern and moved to get up.

He shook his head and released the breath that he was holding. "I'm okay, he just gave me something for the pain and it hasn't kicked in yet." He said and she settled back down next to him.

Her phone rang and she looked at the screen, it was Mr. Masrani and she couldn't avoid him forever. She looked up at Owen, who looked at her expectantly. She answered the phone with her stomach in knots, she knew that Hoskins got to him before she was able to explain what had happened. "Mr. Masrani, hi!" She said with fake enthusiasm.

"You have created a storm over here, Claire." He said without greeting. "I've got Hoskins here on speaker phone with his lawyer. . ."

She cringed. "I'm sorry, Simon." She said before growing angry. "Actually I'm not sorry. Hoskins' made the environment unsafe for the employees who work there and as a result, Owen Grady was bit by one of the Velociraptors."

"Owen Grady isn't employed by Jurassic World, Prissy Pants." Said Hoskins on the line. "His own negligence caused this to happen. . ."

"What?" She interrupted, she was seeing red. If she was there, she would have pressed her fist right back into the side of his face. "Owen Grady is the reason you are still alive, Mr. Hoskins and I highly suggest you stick with my name from now on."

"Is that the kind of hogwash that he's feeding you, Princess?" He ignored her request with a sarcastic laugh.

"Mr. Hoskins." Warned Mr. Masrani and it stilled his laugh. "Claire, my hands are tied regarding the policy, you are suspended pending the investigation."

"That's bullshit!" Cried Owen, overhearing her conversation. He shifted in the bed as if he was going to climb out and deal with Hoskins himself before crying out in pain. "Ah! Fuck."

Claire jumped off the bed and looked at him with concern. "Owen! Please." She cried and placed a hand on his shoulder to still him. He looked up at her with a mixture of anger and worry before he took a few deep breaths.

"Put me on speaker phone." He demanded softly and Claire complied. "Mr. Masrani, you can't discipline Claire for my mistake. . ."

They could hear Hoskins say 'Ha! See!' in the background and Mr. Masrani hushed him. "Mr. Grady, Claire cannot just punch people in the face because she disagrees with them. I can spout of pages of policy. . ." Owen looked at Claire wide eyed, Claire had left out that tidbit of information. She flushed almost sheepishly under his gaze.

"You failed to tell me that." Owen said before his face broke out into the biggest smile that she had ever seen. His good arm went around her shoulders and press her into his good side. "I'm so proud of you!" He pressed his lips to hers in a sloppy kiss that caught her off guard.

"Hey!" Hoskins cried into the phone. "I would watch it, Owen. Your employment with InGen is on the rocks as it is. . ."

"You can go fuck yourself, Hoskins." Owen said happily, he can live with the fact that he was going to be jobless now that he knew that Claire had done the one thing that he had wanted to do. He kissed her again happily.

Hoskins started to roar in the background about having him fired and thrown in jail. They could hear Simon Masrani ask someone to escort him out of his office. "Claire?" He asked in a quiet voice.

"I'm still here." She said, her heart thumping in her ears.

"Claire, please understand that I'm only taking this route is because I need you away from here while things play out." He explained quietly. He was going to deal with Hoskins in a way that was favorable for everybody. "And Owen, do not worry about your employment with InGen. As it so happens that one of our assets caused your injuries, the medical costs will be covered by the Masrani Corporation. We would also be pleased to offer you a position within our company as head of our new Velociraptor department as Senior Raptor Specialist with a significant pay increase, should you accept."

"Wow! Thank you Mr. Masrani" He said with a big smile on his face, solved that problem. "What about the others?"

"They will also be offered positions within my company." He said, Claire could hear the smile in his voice.

"Thank you, Mr. Masrani. I appreciate it!" He gushed happily.

"Claire, you make sure that you take excellent care of our newest employee." He said with laughter in his voice.

She flushed. "I will." She said.

"Cute picture of the two of you by the way." She hung up the phone slightly mortified and released the breath that she was holding. She knew that she would have repercussions against punching Hoskins in the face, but it turned out to be the small stone to get the ball rolling. She leaned back and closed her eyes breathing in deeply to get the mixture of feelings that swirled around her.

When she opened them again, Owen was looking down at her. "You're amazing, you know that?" He said pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

"You must be on some heavy drugs, Owen." She answered.

"What?!" He cried sitting up slightly to look at her, before he winced in pain. "You punched Hoskins and you didn't tell me! That makes you a hero in my book."

She shrugged her shoulders. "I haven't really had a chance to tell you. . ." She said as he kissed her once again to silence her. She granted him this moment before resting a hand on his chest to stop him. "Down boy."

He pouted his lips as the doctor came back in. "I apologize, I got pulled away for a quick consult." He said setting the supplies on the small table.

"I'm going to go change." Claire whispered to him as she got up out of the bed as the doctor washed his hands and began to assist Owen out of his gown.

When she returned, all that was left on Owens arm were large, soggy gauze pads that had healed into the wounds. She nearly gagged at the smell, but took a seat next to Owen anyway. The sound of the pad being removed was enough to make a lesser person sick, but she watched the doctor for a reaction.

"These actually look really good." He commented and she stood up to get a better look, she really didn't get a good look at it the day before because his shoulder was covered in blood. Eighteen of the twenty-eight teeth marked his shoulder on the front and back, plus the scar from where they repaired his shoulder. His wrist was purple and bruised, looking shriveled from the night spent wrapped up tightly. She hadn't been sure how many times he was bitten, but from the look of his wounds, thankfully it had only been only once.

He put some more cream stuff onto each of the repaired cuts before taping each of them up again before moving to his wrist that he set back into place, leaving Claire weak kneed and having to sit back down. Owen didn't feel a thing, the doctor must have given him something for the pain while she was changing because he looked like he was about to fall asleep. It wasn't long until a purple cast covered the same color bruises up to his elbow and he was snoring softly.

She was glad that he couldn't feel the doctor reset his bones and that he could sleep pain free.

"What do you think?" Claire asked nervously.

The doctor took off his gloves and tossed them into the trash. "I think once he wakes up, I will have someone from OT and PT come talk with him and come up with a plan. I'm not going to lie, but he's got a long road to recovery." He answered with a heavy sigh. "The bite marks were surprisingly clean and I think we can take the stitches out in a couple of days, they are healing really well. Where we repaired the tendons in his shoulder will take longer and once they are out he can start the therapy. He will be in a sling from four to six weeks and if he participates fully with PT, he should have full range of motion in three to six months."

Claire bit her lip, the healing process was going to take forever. Owen Grady didn't sit still very well and with the loss of his dominant hand, he was going to go crazy. "It's going to be a long recovery," The doctor said, reading her thoughts. "But if he wears his sling and does his exercise then he will get his full range of motion back in his shoulder."

"What about his wrist?" She asked.

The doctor turned to the computer and typed in a few commands, bringing up an x-ray of his wrist. He pointed to the cracks on the small bones. "It's just a small compound fracture that will heal with some immobilization, nothing that I'm too worried about. This whole scenario could've been a lot worse, but out of the two who were bit yesterday, he fared the worst. The other guy wanted a tetanus shot for the scrapes he got from the Velociraptor."

Her look darkened and she mentally cursed Hoskins for seeking medical treatment. She knew that she was being ridiculous, but that guy was an asshole. She straightened her back and replaced her game face. "If it makes you feel better, you broke his nose." He said as he got up, promising to come back later when Owen woke back up.

She smiled. Yes. Yes it made her feel a lot better.