***Piper***
I sit very still. I watch as Peter slowly cleans the cuts on my arm. I remind myself to breathe in slowly and steadily, to not make any sudden moves. He dabs the cloth over the one cut that is a little deeper than the others. I wince as it does hurt, but I make sure not to jerk my arm.
"Burns?" He asked as his eyes lifted to mine.
Nodding, "A little."
Leaning forward, he blows on it, just for a few seconds. Don't move, don't react, I tell myself.
Sitting up, "Better?"
"Yes, thank you."
He smiles at me. "I love it when you say that."
Going back to what he was doing, once he is finished, he pops open a bottle, dumps two pills out into the palm of his hand, then holds it out for me. "You are getting low; maybe I should call the doctor and have more brought up."
"Do you th
