Pained grunts filled the air, she was sat in front of you on the sofa as you took care of her injuries. Her sheriff hat laid across her lap while you did so. Her and Vi were off trying to find Jinx all day and ran into some trouble.

“Darling-“ She says through gritted teeth, trying to pry her arm back from you. “I’m fine.” No, she wasn’t, and she knew that. Was she gunna swallow her pride and admit it though? Nope.

“Oh, shut up.” You sigh, dabbing alcohol on a cotton pad and slowly rubbing it across her injuries, getting a pained noise from her.

“You shouldn’t have fought them..” You mutter, continuing to disinfect everything.

“I didn’t want to, Vi did.” She grumbles, her British accent slipping into her words, growing annoyed.

You sigh, wrapping bandages around her pained areas, supplies from the medical kit spread out and across the floor.