Helping him spread on his bed, she brushed her hair back and put her palms on her hips.
"Fine, don't sleep! I must tend to your lip, it is still bleeding."
He licked it, it burned and hurt but tomorrow its pain wouldn't allow him to speak.
She gazed around and there, she saw an emergency box on the wall. Opening it, she brought what was needed.
"What is that?"
He growled as she approached him, "were you supposed to drink this much?"
His eyebrows creased, and his palm rested on his arm.
"Does it hurt?"
"It does!"
She approached and tended to unbutton his shirt when he snapped her hand away. She must not do this, she must keep her distance away.
"Leave!" He ordered as he blushed. If he was a shy person that could be reasonable but he wasn't one.
"No!"
She persisted and her hand neared him, he held his breath and looked away. Her cold fingers touched his arm as she took his shirt off.
"Fuck!"
