Riley frowned and nodded. "Oh." Was all she said as she curled up closer to him. "Thank you, Alex. For saving me earlier." She said in a audible whisper. "Remind me to thank Archer, too. I was a total bitch to him earlier." She said, sighing. She angled her head so she could see him better and then at his torso, noticing the blood. Her blood. "You should really get this cleaned off." She said and noticed a bathroom. Standing up, ignoring the stabbing pain, she limped to the bathroom and grabbed a wash cloth, damping it with warm water, then went back to the bed and sat on her knees beside Alex. "Here." She said gently and softly, washing the blood off him, moving in small circular movements.

When all the blood, or majority of it, was washed off him she smiled. "Much better." She said and looked down at him, at his face and his eyes. She slowly brought a hand up to caress his cheek, admiration in her eyes. Without giving it a second thought, Riley leaned forward so her lips met his. She kissed him, all the worries and stress from that week coming out. Her side hurt and her head was pounding, but she didn't care. She laid out beside him, her lips still meeting his, her hands on both sides of his face. She pulled back for air, but she smiled. She didn't wanted to apologize- because she'd be lying to herself. 

Riley came to realize she truly cared for Alex- she has cared for him for six years, not a day went by she hadn't thought about him. Hell, the majority of her paintings were of them two more then Oliver and her. She smiled as she rolled off so they were spooning. She felt welcomed in his arms, and with him on her mind, her hand over his, she drifted to sleep, and for the first time in days she didn't have any nightmares, but only good dreams, dreams about her future. Her future with Alex.