[color=B22222]"Sorry,"[/color] Ryan whispered before moving his hand forward, the vodka-soaked cloth now touching the wound on Acacia's leg. He immediately pulled away as soon as he made contact with her flesh, not wanting to cause more pain than necessary. He was nowhere near done though, it would take several more dabs before that happened. [i]Maybe I should have taken a sip of that stuff as well.[/i]