James hadn't felt comfortable leaving her alone in the room after shed been injured. He called out of work after she'd fallen asleep, which he was glad for. He spent the time she slept looking for ways to treat burn wounds, and finding his first aid kit. It wasn't more than a few hours before he heard a weak chirping sound from the bathroom, having settled into his computer desk near the bathroom door.
When he figured out what the sound was he tripped over his own chair in his rush to get to her. He saw her awake and in tears, and remembered the first aid kit he'd gathered, scurrying back to his desk to grab the gauze and other items and nearly falling to his knees at the side of the tub.
He spoke in hushed, comforting tones. "It's okay, it's okay I'm here and I can do a better job this time I promise." He quickly unpacked the items, earning a flash of red from her when he grabbed at the strips of cloth that made her haphazardly improvised bandages. He held his hands up and waited for her to show some sign of being okay with him continuing. When she meekly placed one palm against his own, he slowly removed her bandages and got to work.
He took his time removing the cloth, and hesitated at the next step. He looked at her and gestured his hands toward his chest, breathing in a deep and exaggerated pattern. When she followed his lead, she flickered blue and red, an obviously worried expression on her face. He grabbed the peroxide and decided to just go for it. He opened the cap and emptied it quickly across her chest and stomach. Her entire body lit up with spots of glowing red, and she writhed in agony against the tub.
Tears fell freely from her smooth face, and he had to place one of her hands in his. Her grip felt like she might break his wrist. When the foaming across her body died down he drained the tub, and rinsed her with warm water. He followed that with antibiotic cream, gently rubbing it into each burn. He lingered on her breasts longer than he should have, and when a full orange flickered, with an accompanying chirp, he realized how long his hands had been massaging her tits. He moved on with a sheepish smile and a soft, "...sorry."
When he finished rubbing the ointment into her belly, he wrapped her tightly with several layers of gauze. Then he spread sea salt and epson salts across the bottom of the tub, filling it with warm water and mixing everything in. When she let out a sigh and lowered herself further below the water, he finally relaxed. The liquid refracted a light green color from underneath. He could only hope this would work. He reached into the water and held his hand out, worried that she might be angry about his taking advantage of her needing help. When he felt her skin against his palm, and her fingers stretch out to meet all but his pinky, he smiled.
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