Seamus closed his eyes as Rosie worked on his nose, grateful that she had at least a little bit of medical knowledge. His nose felt a bit better even if it still looked swollen and purple.
When she handed him the ice pack, he placed it on the bridge of his nose, wincing once again at the pressure.
"It's not your fault, Rosie. He's the one who came into the pub first," he told her, peeking open one eye so that he could look at her.
"What were you two fighting about anyway?" He'd never seen Rosie that angry, and he'd worked for her for years.