[She hurt a well, but no doubt not as badly as he did. He pushed himself so hard. She was sure she would be black and blue by morning, but he'd be far worse if he had put that much strain on himself.]

[He was laid out on her coffee table. If she could get him to the couch he could rest there. Damn bastard.]

[Her hand touched his face again, trying to sooth a bit more.]

Shhh, it's alright. You don't have to be sorry to me. I won't leave you. Not like this.

[she leaned over him as she said it, staring at him. Then leaned down and kissed his forehead, giving a hushed Shhh sound after it.]

I always took care of your wounds before. I'll take care of you now. Just... don't forget me.