Yeah, he gets her cleaned up.

Defeated, Lauren stands up and takes a limping step towards Paul, ready to follow him back to his camp.

"Don't you have something to say to me for yelling at me and insulting my cooking?" Paul asks. After an awkward silence he makes eye contact with Lauren and tells her "Go on then."

Lauren takes a deep breath and then mutters "I'm sorry." "Sorry for what?" Paul wants to hear it said aloud.

"I'm sorry for calling you a gross poor person and insulting your meal."

"I knows I shouldn't take ya back, but I just can't stay mad at my cute girly friend!" Paul grins as he wraps an arm around her, careful to avoid touching her wound. "So what cut ya anyway?" He says as they start walking the familiar trail back to his home.

Lauren shudders. She doesn't say anything, but after walking around alone the woods for what felt like hours, even her captors embrace feels so warm and so loving.

"I Tripped over something. It's so dark out here I couldn't see what it was," Lauren sniffs and wipes some tears off her face "I just got up and figured I'd be back to the road soon. When I heard this creek running I just broke down and started to cry."

"Don't worry babe, I'll get ya back home and we can get that nasty cut taken care of." Paul says. He might not like her attitude, but he knows she must have went through a lot today. After about 15 minutes of walking, Paul hears the cans start clinking underneath his feet and tells her they're almost home.

As they get back to camp Paul takes her back to her milk crate seat and notices that the fire is dying down. "Just wait there for a second while I get some more wood,"Paul instructs. "Why don't you just get it from these trees?" Lauren asks. "Those trees help keep the rain off my home, and besides, I already got the easy branches." Paul says as he walks back toward the creek. Lauren looks around, noticing the trees around her all have jagged stubs where the low branches used to be. Lauren can hears a few loud snapping sounds before Paul emerges from the bushes with a few branches in his arms.Paul breaks a branch into some smaller pieces and puts them into the barrel.

"There, that should keep going for a while now. Now let me get a look at that arm." Lauren holds her arm out for Paul to inspect. "You're gonna have to take that jacket off for me to get a good look at that wound." Lauren hesitates, she knows she's gonna have to take the jacket off, but she also knows that she's only wearing a long sleeve black crop top underneath the jacket. She was planning on giving Brad an eye full today so she hadn't wore a bra.

Lauren takes off her jacket and sets it on the ground below, wincing as she removes her right arm from its sleeve. "Oh damn babe, you've got a sexy belly button! The shirt is still in the way of your wound though."

Lauren crosses her arms, grabbing each side of the hem of her shirt. She closes her eyes tightly in and takes a deep breath, before pulling the shirt over her head. Paul instantly gets hard when sees her breasts. They aren't huge but they're definitely bigger than most women's. Lauren's stiff pink nipples contrast her tan well, and she doesn't even have tan lines.

After ogling her boobs for a minute, Paul looks around for the bottle of vodka. Finding it beneath his dinner plate, he unscrews the cap and takes a drink. "This is gonna sting for a minute," Paul warns, before grabbing Laurens arm in one hand and pouring the vodka on her wound. Careful not to waste any, he splashes it down a few times to cleanse the wound. "Wait here" Paul says as he goes to his tent to look for a good piece of cloth. Soon he find's what he's looking for and returns to Lauren.

Paul takes out his knife and cuts a long strip from his small blanket. Next, Paul puts the strip on the dinner plate and pours the rest of his cheap vodka on it. "There that should be sterile." He says, returning to Lauren. Lauren winces as he grabs her arm. "Here, let me kiss it and make it all better." Paul says, planting a loud smooch right next to the cut. He then loops the cloth around her wound and ties it off, not too tight, just enough to stop the bleeding and keep it clean.

"There, I think you'll be good as new by tomorrow."