"Yes, let's go get you in the bath." Mark half carried half allowed Ace to walk to the bath. The ankle didn't look so bad though he knew it was one of the worse injuries Ace had sustained that week. He was doing well though, if Mark was boing honest. Ace had done very well this week. After his little patient had gone through such trouble to do things for himself Mark didn't want to ruin his streak of self relience. He focused hard on running the water and gettting the bright blue bubbles billowing up and nearly over the side of the tub.<br/>"I did it. I've been practicing." Ace said and MArk turned to look at the button. He nodded and turned back to the water. "That's impressive, Ace. You're getting much better." He said and stood, taking a wash cloth from a floating shelf holding towels, wash cloths and a few diffferent soaps. "Do you want the Lemon or Sweat Pea soap this time?" Mark set the both of them down on the side of the tub in case Ace changed his mind at the last moment. Kneeling back down he tugged Ace's pants down as gently as he could and helped him to step out. "Up you get," Mark lifted Ace up and set him down in the warm water, the bubbles parting around his thin body then enveloping him once he sank into the water. Mark wouldn't risk Ace falling in the hard, unforgiving tub. It was a big anxiety of his. By now there was a little room left in the tub for more water. "Is it too hot? Or do you want more warm?" He asked, touching a hand to the tap. Ace stated his preference and Mark made sure that it was carried out perfectly. Once the water had stopped running he reached through the thick covering of bubbles. With the softest of touched Mark lifted the hurt ankle out of the water and looked it over. He blew a little cluster of bubbles from Ace's smooth, pale skin. They trembled and flew away, sticking to the wall of the tub. The fracture was ... not the best that could have been. It wouldn't let Ace run free and go hunting for some days. Mark could fix his cabin fever though. They could go for a drive and have a picnic outside of the city. No one would be hurt and Ace wouldn't have to deal with nightmares and panic and confusion as he once had been forced to do... Mark remembered well the first time he had seen his little patient. Strapped to the bed, confused and terrified of himself and everything around. Lifting Ace's ankle up, Mark touched his lips just above the injury to prevent hurting his patient. He thought he saw Ace blushing a little and he knew the younger must be eating it up. Still he kissed the tender flesh. It was an ineffective and pointless motion of healing. Mothers used it to sooth children. Still Mark hoped in some way that Ace might take comfort in it instead of just smirk at him triumphantly. The smirking, he was sure, would come no matter what he wished. And he was okay with that.