[center][h3][color=f26522]Acacia 'Ace' Malikova[/color][/h3][/center]

As Ryan, without warning, suddenly pressed the cloth to her leg again she'd tense up and without much of her own permission a painful cry mixed groan emerged her partially spread pale lips. The swelling of tears within her eyes visible as she clenched her teeth and looked up at the roof again pressing the crown of her skull against the wall behind her. [i]Holy fuck, this hurts way too much, is it over yet?[/i] her mind would run rampant, feeling the rubbing of the cloth into the wound as the open flesh began absorbing the liquid, the skin around it visibly reddened from irritation though, that was to be expected she figured. 

Suddenly the pressure from the cloth was released, though it wasn't long before a second cloth, this time a dry one, was pressed against and within the wound to absorb the stray vodka that wouldn't sink in. The balls of developed salty water dropped from their positions and slid down the translucent skin of her cheeks leaving light marks as she huffed a heavy breath. 

When Ryan eventually stopped the torturous act she'd barely shift to look at him as she listened to him speaking, "[color=f26522]Don't have any bandages,[/color]" she'd offer lightly, her voice shaky as her ankle still sent sharp shocks of pain up her limb. "[color=f26522]I guess, sure...[/color]" she'd say as he'd ask for the drink she was holding, though before passing it over though she'd take a larger swig of its contents before passing it over and leaning against the wall again. Bright baby blue hues staring at the roof as she left her perfectly fine leg dangling off the bench and held her injured one where it had been already, she didn't look like she wanted to move just yet... and she looked like she would probably hurt him if he tried anything else.