Nicky's POV
Quinn takes a seat next to me on the couch and picks up a pair of glasses from the coffee table. She slides them over her eyes as she pulls back my shirt from the wound on my shoulder. She makes a face.
"So?" I question jokingly. "am I going to live?"
She gives me a flat look. "I think you're lucky it hasn't gotten infected so far," She grumbles as she pulls a first aid kit onto her lap. "Whoever tended to your wound only seemed concerned with stopping the bleeding."
"Yeah well, John was debating whether or not he wanted to kill me," I tell her.
She shakes her head. "I don't want to know who he is. I didn't hear that name. I didn't hear anything."
"Do you even have a medical degree?" Ryder suddenly questions as he watches Quinn.
Quinn nods. "I was a nurse for a while,"
