Nasim assumed that was her way of saying the Percocet had begun to take hold. He went ahead and got the bottle of Betadine out of the bag he’d taken from the hospital, then poured some on one of the gauze pads and went to work on the worst of her wounds, the cut on her scalp. She winced slightly as the antiseptic liquid touched her skin, but she didn’t try to pull away, only kept her eyes shut as he worked.
Her leather jacket had protected her arms from cuts and lacerations, but she had scrapes on the knuckles of both hands, and several on her neck as well. Very carefully, he pushed her long blonde braid out of the way so he could dab at the cuts on her throat. He hoped that they would heal without leaving a scar; her skin was smooth and pale, with a rose-petal texture that made him want
