Kathy wanted to refuse the cotton and bottle, but she didn’t have the will or strength to argue. Taking them in her hands, she made no move to use any of it as she watched Crash wash away the blood on his face. She did stop digging her nails into the wound and lifted her hand up to about shoulder level, keeping the blood from dripping down onto the white sheets or floor. She was vaguely surprised at the amount of blood trickling down her arm, making it seem much worse than it actually was. Although she probably played a part in that, from opening the wound up and preventing the blood from clotting.

Sighing, she sat on the edge of the bed near Zivon’s feet as he mumbled a apology. “Don’t worry Zivon, you did fine.” She whispered, knowing that the unconscious boy couldn’t hear her anymore. “I’m the one that messed up. Not you.”

Hearing Crash’s footsteps return to where they were, she glanced up at him once before quickly looking away to the side. She was relieved to see that he seemed to be returning back to the more familiar side of him, but her eyes had gone to the bruise forming on his cheek. Knowing that he could now see that she hadn’t gotten the wound clean as he asked, Kathy finally took the bottle and attempted to open it. Stupid child-proof caps. The wound made it hurt to hold onto the bottle properly, and there was no way she was going to use her bad hand to press down on the cap to unscrew it. Feeling tired and receiving a blow to her already-low self-esteem, she dropped the bottle and swab of cotton beside her onto the bed. 

[b]“You know...I could erm sort that for you, if you like. Then the Doc can sort Zivon and Oona out...”[/b]

For a moment she remained silent, not wanting to admit that she didn’t feel like getting any sort of treatment at all. However, it slowly dawned on her that his offer meant that was trying to help her. [i]‘He’s… Not going to avoid me?’[/i] Grabbing onto the chance to talk to him again, she managed to squeeze out, “If… If you don’t mind.” Her voice barely above a whisper, she held her bleeding hand out to him. Her eyes flickered back to his face, before she looked down again. “... I’m sorry... About your cheek and lip…”