After gathering the needed supplies she ran through her head exactly what she needed to do, clean the wound, stitch it up and wrap it. Simple right? A small sigh left her as she carried the supplies back to her room and opened the door before pushing it the rest of the way with her foot. “Alright, I got everything.” She said as she kicked the door shut, but it wasn’t until she looked up at that she stopped in mid-step and her breathe caught in her chest. 

It was the first time she had seen Peter without a shirt on in at least four years. Though she had felt his toned muscular chest under her body and with her fingers it was different seeing it in person. Her face instantly turned red as she took in the look of her boyfriend sitting on her bed. His arms were long and toned, a lot more muscular than she had remembered when they were younger; his stomach with slightly defined abs and his chest strong, rising and falling with each breath. “I… got… the…” [i]Yeah because telling him again would make the situation better![/i] She lectured herself as she snapped out of her trance and hurried to her bedside. 

Getting on her knees in beside him in the side that was injured her small hands were shaking slightly. Not because of her nervousness to work on the wound but because she was nervous about how he looked. [i]Oh… my… god…[/i] She thought to herself as she pulled out the rag from the basket she had prepared. Putting some rubbing alcohol on it she placed it gently against the cut. “This is going to burn, I’m sorry.” She said softly as she began to clean the cut. She hated that he went through the pain but was glad that she could help. It would help more if her face would calm down and her hands wouldn’t shake. She’d have to pull herself together before she could stitch him but that didn’t stop her from catching her breathe when her hands would hit his bare skin. Oh….