"I still don't know why you're even doing this..." Cait grumbled in a grumpy tone as you disinfected a large scrape on her shin. She was basically covered in bruises and scratches from a fight that she had gotten into with a gang of raiders. You, being at least semi-skilled in medicine, immediately took to healing the wounds on her and was know knelt on the ground in front of her as you cleaned the blood in debris from the admittedly nasty scrape. "These would've healed on their own. You plannin' on tryin' something?" She narrows her eyes down at you, as if expecting you to jump at her immediately despite the two of you having been.. 'friends' (although, she probably wouldn't call it that) for nearly 4 months now.