“It’s Mister Grey,” he forced himself to be cool as he took a step back, slipping free of her arms, lips turned down in a frown. “I’m your teacher, Abby. One of us needs to remember that.” Was there any end to the ways she would test him? All he wanted was to comfort her but he knew that his idea of comforting wouldn’t be appropriate. She was his responsibility as his student, nothing more. He needed to ensure his safety and the best way to do that was to somehow manage to talk her into seeking medical help. He was no doctor but he had stitched himself up enough times that he was handy with a first aid box and some anti-septic, still this girl looked like she needed stitches and he wasn’t qualified for that. Initially he had come here to discuss what had happened between them. To apologise. He hadn’t expected anything like this.<br/><br/>Sighing he pointed to the sofa. “Sit. Stay. I’ll get the first aid box.” With that he jogged up the stairs needing a moment to himself anyway, to clear his head. Ever since this girl had walked into his life everything had been turned upside down and he didn’t know what the hell was right anymore. But he knew he had to stay and help her out. And like hell was he going to let her clean up that mess.<br/><br/>Grabbing the first aid kit from the bathroom he headed back downstairs and knelt in front of Abby, pulling a rubber band off her wrist and holding it out to her. “Two things. One, leave the floor, I can handle it and anything else that needs to be done. And two, take this and tie your hair back so I can get a good look at your head. Are you hurt anywhere else?”