She returned to face him, beginning to work and blowing her hair out of her eyes and huffing as it fell right back into place. "I don't deal with cowards," she replied, glancing up at him."
Her gaze returned to her work, her dark brows furrowing in thought as strands of black hair fell in front of eyes as grey as the moon. Her hands were gentle as she worked, bracing the gauze against him before glancing up at him again, her light freckles shifting as she wrinkled her nose at him. "I gotta get under your shirt for a second. Don't freak."
She rolled her eyes and in one deft movement, almost before he knew what was happening, she had removed his shirt, folding it matter of factly and putting it on the bed next to them.
She raised an eyebrow before leaning forward, beginning to wrap the gauze and using his arm as a brace. "I am, yes."
She looked up at him for a moment, tilting her head. "Of course," she replied, studying him thoughtfully. "We take care of each other, you and I."
She noticed and stood up. "I think I've done what I can with your shoulder. I'll leave you alone to work on your legs."
He nodded, taking a new shirt and pair of pajama pants, as well as a key from the night stand and headed towards the padlocked room. "Thank you."
She hesitated, watching him head towards the room before going over to the couch, sitting down and lying back.
She settled on the couch, feeling her eyelids grow heavy from the events of the day. It didn't take long for her to drift off, her head resting on the arm of the couch at a bit of the unnatural, uncomfortable angle that comes with falling asleep on the couch, and her hand curled against her stomach, her fingers twitching with residual nerves.
