Noah was startled that she said thank you to him and just stared at her while she rolled up his sleeve. She said nothing about the lines of whitish scars on his forearms, some long healed others pink and new. "I was, I've cleaned my own wounds many times. Antibacterial hand soap hurts like hell but it does the trick." He mumbled as he watched her fingers as they took care of him.
The antiseptic did sting but the way she pursed her lips and blew...yeah he no longer felt a thing. He tilted his head just right so he could see down her shirt; he was seventeen it was what he did. He smiled at her and shook his head when she said it wasn't that bad. "No well of course not, you are amazing." Noah gave her his best smile and then spoke. "You are too beautiful to just be a nurse at an insane asylum...you could be a model...so why are you here?" He asked softly.