"I can get it, if you want to go lay down. I know your shoulder must hurt," he said, trying to sound casual and concerned. Idiot! Idiot! He gave her a tentative smile.
He turned to the broken mirror and used another washcloth to wipe the dried blood from his face. The cut actually wasn't that bad, head wounds tended to bleed more. He dabbed some ointment on it and decided that was enough first aid for the night.
Noah turned back to Lynne, his eyes questioning. "I can sleep on the sofa, if you'd prefer..." he let the thought trail off. His eyes turned pleading. "I tend to have nightmares after a flashback and I don't want to hurt you again." He would rather die than hurt her again.