"Oh it's alright, nothing to worry about."
She practically dragged me into her apartment, which I noticed was as thread bare as I had expected it to be. She sat me down in a rickety chair and left to pull a case out of a drawer and then she was back taking my coat off. She paused at the sight of the double pistol shoulder harnesses I had on.
"I never even guessed you had those on! How do I take them off?"
I showed her how to take them off and she laid each of the guns carefully onto a nearby table with their harnesses and then she took my shirt off.
I watched her eyes coast approvingly over the hard muscles revealed by the absence of my shirt. I may be short and on the slim side, but that didn't mean I was a pushover.
She focused in on the gash on my side getting onto her knees on the floor beside me.
Her expression of concern grew stormy with passion, "What quack of a doctor botched up this stitch job?"
My eyes danced away from her questioning gaze.
"You did this!" She slapped my cheek none too softly and mumbled something under her breath.
She left and came back with a needle and thread and to my surprise started re-stitching the wound shut. It stung, but it hurt a whole heck of a lot less than my attempt at closing it up had.
Glancing at her work I commented, "It is quite apparent that you've had some experience at this."
She didn't look up as she said, "I was well into the second year of my nursing degree when I got pregnant with Kevin. Things fell apart after that. My father disowned me and my family in general won't have anything to do with me. It got worse after Kevin was born."
"Kevin's father?" I asked softly prompting her.
"I made a mistake. I thought there was something more there then there was. I was just another conquest to him. He wouldn't have anything to do with me when I refused to have an abortion."
"Anna?"
She glanced up, "He's the one that made a mistake!"
She glanced down back at her work as she finished up. "Thank you, but I was very foolish and I made a poor decision in a mate. But not this time!"
She said glancing up at me pointedly. She poured the alcohol on the wound and I winced sharply. She'd caught me off guard again as she'd distracted me with her words and eyes.
After I recovered from my grimace of pain I commented as she was bandaging my side up, "You would have made a great nurse."