"I'm not hurt that bad, sugar," Clarissa chuckled, laying back on her cot and letting you pull her button-up shirt open so you could tend to the nasty bullet wound on her stomach, "Remember that time I almost got hit in the heart?" The woman had been a bandit since she could walk, part of her mom's gang, and going out on robberies since she was ten. Clarissa lived and breathed the outlaw life, she wouldn't know what to do with herself if she didn't have a gun in her hand and a bag full of train goer's cash tied to her belt.

You understood that about her, always so understanding and sweet when it came to her work. Of course there was the occasional time where she'd come back hurt and you'd slap her upside the head but she'd just have to bat her eyes and you'd forgive her. She was a player, as any good outlaw was. Plenty of women in backwater- middle of no where towns who settled for men they hate, all pining for Clarissa's attention. You were the only person she'd stuck around, even her mother she eventually betrayed.

To be fair, her mother was going to betray her first, "Tgh- Dammit, could you press harder on the fuckin' bullet wound?" Clarissa snapped, a hand darting up to pull your hand off her midsection. Her dark black eyes trained into yours and she bit back a personal attack on your appearance, you were helping her, probably the only person ever to do so with no strings attached. She kept having to remind herself that you were harmless.

She'd found you just before she abandoned her mother, in the gang's basement all tied up and teary eyed. She figured that her mother had taken you for ransom, maybe you had a rich daddy, Clarissa had convinced herself she'd take the money her mother intended to gain with you, but then she'd made the mistake of not putting a gag on you and you managed to talk your way into her heart, "Sorry, sugar. Just... be gentle, damn. I get thrown around enough without my medic trying to kill me too."

She pulled her hat over her face and huffed, hiding the heat in her cheeks.