“Oh it’s necessary,” Marie commented as she moved closer to his bed and sighed at the sight of his face. There were scratches and bruises and if his face looked that bad then she knew his body had to be worse. “Honestly. Are you okay? Should I go get the nurse?” Marie asked in a kinder tone as she settled on the edge of Roarke’s bed.
“I also grabbed the first aid kit we have in the common room,” Marie said holding up the black case. Because even if Roarke was honest with her, Marie doubted he would go to the hospital wing. “For the idiots who think they are tough and won’t go to the hospital wing.” She placed it on Roarke’s bedside table and opened it up. It had ointments and bandages. Things that would help with the healing process.