Keith kissed her back, as gentle as he could be. Once she moved, he began his work. He started by icing her leg and giving her a few aspirin. The he used a cloth with some disinfectant to clean up her face. He did it lightly, the alcohol base would sting. He bandaged her wounds and then checked the swelling. She was actually healing well for her injuries. Keith was a quite accomplished doctor, he studied medicine in high school when he wasn't in fights. He poured over medical journals and read collage level texts on the subject. He treated her with the utmost care, the true gentle giant<br/><br/>Keith's mind raced, she was basically naked and she gave him permission to touch her face and leg. He knew now was just about the worst time to be thinking naughty thoughts, so he fought himself inside "God, damnit, she's beautiful, and wonderful, and kind, and caring. Don't fuck this up Keith, she trusts you!! She knows you love her know, but that doesn't give you some kind of free pass to be bad! She has to love you beck, then you get a free pass. Oh knock it off, that isn't true!! There is no free pass, you oaf!! Quit thinking of seeing her naked!! It's not going to help you!! Stop!! MUST!! NOT!! THINK!!! NAKED THOUGHTS!!!!!" His metal argument raged<br/><br/>As Keith finished fixing her up, he slowly pulled back, hoping the few inches of distance would alleviate his thoughts. but it didn't, it just gave him a better view of her. Keith sighed and smiled to her. It didn't matter that he had had been hit by cars, locked up in a cell, shot with darts, nearly died, and had blue-balls to hell, she was more than worth it.