After stitching up her wound and cleaning it taking as good a care of it as he could He was taking such good care of her that it was as if she were made of glass and anything he did she might break.
He missed her so much that He didn't speak for a while when she was talking taking in her voice and the sultry way the words rolled off her tongue the way she moved on the slab. "She'll be fine Trust me!...Im more worried about that thing!" He cleaned his hands and took a shirt of the hook cleaning himself off.
He took one last fleeting glance at her admiring her figure and posture as she sat there. He went into his closet and pulled out one of her old jackets. "HEY! I thought you might want this back" He gently placed the jacket on her lap and a hand strayed on top of hers. for a brief moment... "Yea lets go check on Cissie and see what those things wanted with us!"