"Any alcohol or lotion or something we can use to disinfect them?" she asked, already meandering into the bathroom to look for bandages. Was this a reason to keep from eyeing him as he opened his shirt? Maybe. She'd caught a glimpse as she'd ducked out of the room and felt something stirring in the pit of her stomach, and as much as she'd wanted to linger, he was hurt.
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Date: 2011-10-19 11:08 pm (UTC)