He paused, squinting at it. It reminded him of something distinct, something important, but he couldn't remember exactly what. He sighed and went to look for some clothing.
Once he opened the drawer, he would see everything neatly folded, and organized in shirts, pants, sweaters, etc.
He pulled out a sweater and a pair of trousers before starting off to head back to the infirmary, yawning slightly.
She quickly changed her shirt, inhaling sharply as her hand brushed over the wound. "Ah.." She winced slightly, but continued, only speaking after she was decent. "Okay."
She nodded, reaching her hand and rubbing his back. "I'm good," she said. "I accidentally brushed it."
He sighed and leaned down to kiss her. "I should probably clean it anyways," he said. "We don't want it to get infected."