Ophelia was curled up on the couch, using her arm as a pillow. Her brow was furrowed in sleep and she looked troubled, her fingers twitching.
She woke suddenly when he was in the shower, clutching the couch in terror. It took her a moment to remember where she was and she groaned as the aching and burns and slices returned to her. She sat up, using the table to try and stand up.
The pain from the bullet shot through her. His help was only meant to be temporary, and it was supposed to still be cleaned.
She yelped in shock, stumbling onto the floor. It took her a moment to readjust, pushing herself up on one foot to go to the door to the outside.
"Just..." She took a second, panting as she looked over at him. "Just trying to go outside for a minute. It's fine. Do what you were doing."
