Vixen turned to Ryder for a moment to check if he was ok. He was not. Vixen turned to Regan and then to Ryder. She came first. Quickly, he unwrapped one large band-aid and wrapped it around her wrist, not a single wrinkle in the bandage. He turned abruptly to Ryder.
"Next up," Vixen pointed to the bandage, "something less desperate. Try using the word please a lot."
Ryder nodded as he leaned into Regan to write on her new bandage. It was warm next to Vixen. Excessively warm. It was kind of scary in a way how close and warm he was but Ryder didn't know why. He knew he was definitely not going to do anything but Vixen… he felt threatened. Like he could be attacked at any second and be unable to guard himself. He was threatened but didn't know if it was in a good way or a bad way.
His hand quickly wrote over her band-aid words of pleading to get her to not open it. In seconds he was done with the band-aid. He looked at Vixen as he turned to see what Ryder wrote.
