[ i'm off for the night. i'll tag in the morning or tag around me ;) ]
Owen blinked. Masters? And the way he seemed to be whispering. This was not the Gray he saw in his visions. That one had been such an arse. Well, the few snippets he'd seen.
"Nope. No returning you. Don't worry." He sighed. "How about I wrap your ankle first, then the wrist. We'll save the ribs for last, try to do as little movement as possible. You might have to stand or lean on the arm of the sofa for me to get a good wrap around."
He sighed. What was wrong with him? He was helping Gray?!