"Ouch!" Connor pulled his hand away and made a pouty face.
"You little baby, give me your hand back, I've got to finish cleaning it so it doesn't get infected."
He lifted his palm back to Jessica and frowned.
"I wish you would have let me taken care of this last night."
"It's just a little scratch, Jess."
"A scratch..huh. Well this the first time I've ever seen a 'little scratch' this deep."
He laughed, "You still worry too much."
Rolling her eyes, she got up from the kitchen chair. She walked over to the counter and pulled out a small bowl with a homemade salve inside. She stirred it with a wooden spoon on her way back to the table.
She used a smaller spoon to apply the thick mixture herbs and berries to his palm.
Connor winced. "Are you sure this is going to work?" He asked while watching her.
"Well I mean an antiseptic would be faster, but obviously there's none available. We use this stuff all the time, it's heals everything up fairly quickly."
Connor tilted his head and raised his eyebrows. "Who's we?"
She stood up and and took a gray box out of the dusty kitchen cabinet. The box made a clank sound on the table and she undid the lock. The hinges creaked as she lifted the top. Almost completely used, the medical kit still contained an empty box of bandaids, a small pair of scissors, pain medication, and a 2 old yellowish rolls of gauze. She took out the gauze and unrolled part of it, then snipped it from the roll.
He watched her eyes as she wrapped his hand. When she finished, Jessica took in a breath and and met his eyes.
"We is the people who ha-"
She was cut off by the sound of gunshots outside the house. She instantly yanked her pistol from her waistband.
Connor sat frozen. "Jess, what's happening..."
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