Mary offered a makeshift canteen filled with water over to Johnny. She also handed him one of the mint-flavored leaves that she'd used in the mornings to get rid of that overnight taste. It wasn't quite the same as brushing her teeth, but it was as close as she'd get here.
"This should at least get that taste out of your mouth."
Not that she knew exactly what he was tasting but with how long he'd been out, she could certainly guess.
The smile didn't quite reach her eyes, and she didn't answer the question right away. Her hand left his and rested right over his heart. She didn't unbutton his shirt or touch the skin underneath, though there was the impulse to do so, simply to reassure herself that he was indeed healed.
"I'm alive," she said. "You had me worried for a day or two there. I'm thinking that we should try to go a little while without you getting shot in the heart, okay?"
Her smile widened ever so slightly. She felt a little closer to okay now that she knew that he would pull through this.