gearhead73
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"How does it look?"
The question hung in the air and as I rolled through the responses that I would have usually given, I instead paused and took in the sight before me.
She had a pretty long laceration that ran almost right down the center of her back from the shoulder blades to just above her waist. The areas that were stitched were red and inflamed a bit, but it looked to be more from strain than infection or anything. It was actually a pretty remarkable example of properly executed field medicine that River had managed to pull off. The blood had already started to dry and it didn't look that much worse for wear.
As for the rest of her back, it was in a word, beautiful. Her skin was fair and relatively blemish free, save for a small birthmark above her left hip. She was thin, too thin and the raised outlines of her ribs shown, even in the dim light. Her waist narrowed into her jeans and reminded him of a time when the delicate shape of a woman before him didn't seem so foreign.
I couldn't have stopped myself if I wanted as I traced a small outline of the gash lightly with my fingers. I knew I should be, but as my head was preparing for her to turn and try to kill me, the rest of me had decided it was worth it. My throat was dry and I could hardly form words as I croaked out an answer.
"It's looks...good...just lay still for a bit and let it dry a bit. Your shirt will keep opening it up if it gets into the wet blood and then you move."
I had given my assessment, but my hand had continued to absentmindedly make light circles on her lower back well below the injury.
The question hung in the air and as I rolled through the responses that I would have usually given, I instead paused and took in the sight before me.
She had a pretty long laceration that ran almost right down the center of her back from the shoulder blades to just above her waist. The areas that were stitched were red and inflamed a bit, but it looked to be more from strain than infection or anything. It was actually a pretty remarkable example of properly executed field medicine that River had managed to pull off. The blood had already started to dry and it didn't look that much worse for wear.
As for the rest of her back, it was in a word, beautiful. Her skin was fair and relatively blemish free, save for a small birthmark above her left hip. She was thin, too thin and the raised outlines of her ribs shown, even in the dim light. Her waist narrowed into her jeans and reminded him of a time when the delicate shape of a woman before him didn't seem so foreign.
I couldn't have stopped myself if I wanted as I traced a small outline of the gash lightly with my fingers. I knew I should be, but as my head was preparing for her to turn and try to kill me, the rest of me had decided it was worth it. My throat was dry and I could hardly form words as I croaked out an answer.
"It's looks...good...just lay still for a bit and let it dry a bit. Your shirt will keep opening it up if it gets into the wet blood and then you move."
I had given my assessment, but my hand had continued to absentmindedly make light circles on her lower back well below the injury.