Rowan settled her on his bed before he walked over to his dresser and brought out a first aid kit as she sat there watching him. She was very much aware of the fact that the only thing she was wearing was his shirt so she reached out to drag his duvet up to cover herself but groaned when the act caused her wound to ache.
Rowan was on the bed by her side in an instant as he pulled the duvet over her and made her lie back down carefully, “if you end up hurting yourself more, I am going to get Clarke to do the patch up this time.” Rowan warned her in all seriousness and she chuckled shaking her head.
She wondered what it was that made him joke around with her but she appreciated the smile he flashed at her when she giggled.
Slowly, he unbuttoned the lower buttons on the shirt, moving it
