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Mateo grunted as the needle pierced through his skin.
"Baby.." River taunted as she injected him with a painkiller.
"Excuse me?" He quirked an eyebrow at her as she rubbed the spot on his arm with a cotton gauze.
"What?"
"I am guessing you don't feel pain?" He gave her a look. "At all?"
"Well, I don't react like you do." She shrugged as she disposed off the used stuff and put away the rest of the medication.
"I just grunted."
"Is that what you call it? Sounded like a dying dog to me." She chuckled as she walked around the room, putting away stuff, moving stuff; one would think she had been living in there forever. She looked like she belonged there.
And Mateo found it appealing though he wished it was not the guest room.
"You are quick to adjust to
