Roslyn looked up at Tony as he asked her to tend to his wound, she didn't mind of course so she nodded and waited for him to get the first aid kit. She saw him coming with out any shirt on and she did her best to hide her blush, she never denied he wasn't cute but how much more perfect could one guy get she thought to herself. If it weren't for all of bruises he would be freaking perfect, of course she pushed those thoughts away as he gave her the first aid kit and faced his back to her. When she saw the scrape she winced and gently touched his back, she did it so faintly she almost didn't realize she was touching him. She quickly pulled her hand away and looked for the alcohol and when she found it she took a rag and pour some onto it and she gently but firmly began to clean the wound.<br/><br/>She had done this many times for her father so she knew how to do it, without causing pain, or at least a whole lot of it. She knew it probably sting-ed and if he winced she slightly winced, but her hand staying still. She was soon finished cleaning the wound and she looked in the kit and found a couple large bandages, she began to put them on. Her hands were firm and her touch gentle, from this most people could tell she was used to doing this, and that is what scared most people. Why would she be so skilled in cleaning cuts and scrapes and bandaging them up with such surety and calmness. She came to an end and she rubbed his back and said "It's no problem, I'm sorry I didn't help you out of the tree." And gave him a sad smile, like she wished she could have helped him more.<br/><br/><br/>She didn't forget all of the cuts and bruises she had seen yesterday and now she was seeing more. "What kind of sadistic asshole would do this to you?" She muttered to herself. If he heard she didn't know, she was too focused on finding every cut and bruise without having to make him move around, there were enough just on his back than she would have rather-ed been there in the first place.