Snart let out a short chuckle. If anything, his pulse was picking back up again and his breathing had evened out already. It still amazed him how quickly Gideon's medical tech worked.

"You're not 'the other woman', Matt. He'll get over it. He's used to me not doing what he says--I think he counts on that sometimes." Cold slipped an arm behind his head while he lie on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.

"You're telling me." He really hated Savage. "Rip's been hunting him down for a long time, too." He cleared his throat as a segue, "By the way, that impression of me? It was eerie." Why yes, that was a compliment.