Nicky's POV
"Here," Sarah says as she hands Ryder a couple clean towels and a first aid kit. "Don't get blood on my couch."
Ryder ignores her as he takes the towels and the first aid kit, turning his attention back to my leg. He shakes his head. "You're going to need to take your pants off."
My eyebrows shoot up and I stare at him, waiting for some kind of confirmation that I heard him wrong. It doesn't come. "You're joking."
He looks at me blankly. "I'm not actually. Your jeans are in the way and the deepest wound is on your thigh. I can't roll your pant leg up that high."
"You haven't even tried."
Ryder gives me a flat look. "Take off your pants or I'll cut them off you." I glare at Ryder.
"Kinky." I turn my glare to Sarah at her words. She smiles. "Just saying." Ryder joins in on
