Raymond was in his room when she walked in, a first-aid kit in front of him as he bandaged his bruised hands.
"Let me guess, it wasn't a fight because you beat the guy up?" She joked as she took a seat on the bed, careful not to jostle him.
He glanced up at her with a smile, "you know me too well, should I be worried?"
"Very," she responded with a narrow of her eyes that caused him to snort and look back at the work he was doing.
"It was a woman by the way and she gave a nasty kick to my ribs before I beat her to a pulp," he complained as he reachdd down with one of his bandaged hands and pulled up the shirt to reveal the bruise on his side.
She reached out to touch the large red blotch and he let out a small hiss that startled her and caused her to yank her hand back.
"Sorry," she w
