Convenient Place to be Wounded [Open]

"You alright in there?" i ask, knocking on the bathroom door. The 'surgery' bed is all set up in my living room, any blood left ill have Ms. Ida clean...

I dont care if he is 'decent' or not. I barge into the bathroom and get a full intake of what is really going on.. "Oh wow..." i tell him, hurrying over to the shower... I turn it on luke warm... "Alright, strip down to your pants..." i tell him, hoping he doesnt get embarrassed...

Hes in the shower and i begin pouring the latest and greatest purifier on his wounds, "It has alcohol, so it might sting," i tell him. "You're very lucky," i add in. My eyes wander, i cant help it, and he has a nice body, 'Stop IT!' my conscience yells at me.. I shake my head and regain my thoughts to what i am supposed to be doing...

"wha- huh? Oh..." i realize he is talking about me and his body, well, im officially embarrassed. I get all red, i turn to the mirror, yeah as red as they get... "No... no they dont," i tell him truthfully because honestly he is the only 'mauled by bear' victim ive had... his wounds are gnarley.

"Pretty girl," he tells me, barely audible, he is losing a lot of blood, he'll be out in a couple of minutes, the purifier has that affect, i think ill have to do the 'surgery' in here. Im glad my parents are 'out of town' they'd be pissed if they saw him in here, nearly nude. "Alright, thank you," i tell him, not taking him seriously as he is about to pass out.

"I think they might be extremely upset," i respond to him, because mine would, why not his too? "Alright, Sam, you'll be fixed up in no time, ill be right back," i tell him, making sure he was stable enough to stand on his own and then leaving to go and get my supplies, rabies ridifier and metal thread and needle to stitch him up, oh along with a can of vodka, he'll probably need it, as i am all out of numbing... unless he passes out.

ooc:in these times, vodka comes in a can, how great! haah