Well, that was a relief as he followed her into the hotel. No scenes had to be made and so that cut down on the explanations a lot. The only staff she had to speak too was the front desk clerk and all she did was reassured him that everything was okay and to not call the cops. Her friend just fell into a rosebush. That was all that happened. She was just going to patch him up. One part of her hated lying to the desk clerk. The other parts were like, 'what are you gonna tell him considering the truth sounds more like a lie than a lie does.'<br/><br/>Entering her room, she immediately went to her suitcase to dig out the small first aid kit she usually kept there after shutting the door. "You might want to take off your shirt." Looking up, she saw he had done as she asked. Not being able to help herself, Chryssie stared at his chest. The lines of muscles were distorted by the faint lines of scars and she found herself wondering how he got them all and who had patched him up before. Cause pointers sure would be nice right now.<br/><br/>Shaking her head out of her sea of thoughts before she could get lost in them, she patted the bed. "Come sit down. I'm only so tall you know." Really, some of the wounds didn't look as bad as they had been in the alley. "That may have been the case, but it is the least I can do since without me, you wouldn't have been down that alley." She could have sworn there had been more of them at one point though. Laying a bunch of brightly colored band aids beside him, she ducked into the bathroom to get a washcloth.<br/><br/>The water could be heard running as she twisted the knobs on the sink and stuck the piece of cloth there. Once again, she found her thoughts wondering. Just what was he? Was she doing any good by doing this? Was she just aggravating him and he was being too polite to say otherwise? Realizing that the washcloth was completely soaked now, she turned off the sink and wrung out the cloth so that it was just damp.<br/><br/>Back out in her room, she moved towards him and started to wipe away the blood, both new and dried. She would take her time and be as gentle as possible. She didn't want to cause him any unnecessary pain. "Also...I am sorry about your suit."