He was moving from one drawer to the next looking for the things he needed. Bandages, scissors, needle, thread... He didn't know what to expect when he would see what the injury would be. When she asked him he looked up but then sighed and didn't really answer the question. Instead he stepped to the desk and reached for the bottle again, took a sip, and then went back to looking through the drawers.
"I am fine."
He looked back again as she said that and then stopped looking for more things and walked up next to the bed.
"You're fine? Alright then... how about we just both see what's under there that is squirting out blood and then decide if you are fine or not."
There would be a reading map next to the bed that could be extended out to provide some more light if needed, but Jackson was starting to get impatient with the whole mystery about what was under her shirt.
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