<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Thalia Linnea,</span><em>Medic</em><br/>One month ago<br/><em>Mariner's Gate</em>Space Station<br/>Tagging - Santiago<br/>Location -<em>Silverlight</em>nightclub<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"It's not massage time yet," she said with a playful smile as she grabbed his arm and pulled it closer to study his wound. "I've got to keep work and play separate, Santiago." She tilted her head to gaze up at him. The way he was looking at her, it felt intense and did not help her concentration on fixing his wound. That was for sure.<br/><br/>Thalia breathed, then dipped some cotton wool into a tray of water and dabbed at his wound. This was why she was on board. To fix injuries like this. His questions lay unanswered, but she did answer them. "You look fine." She could tell he was doing this to her on purpose. He knew he looked good without that shirt. "It's a big cut but not that deep. You'd have noticed it sooner if it was. I can stitch it but I don't think it's necessary, in my professional.. opinion. If I do then you may have less of a scar, but I think you can get away without it. You'll just have to try and keep it.. still.. for a while."<br/><br/>Goddamnit, now she was blushing. "What I mean is, that's exactly what I mean. Just take it easy for a while and it will heal." She dabbed at the wound some more and gave him an innocent smile, whilst trying not to stain her dress. So far, so good.<br/><br/>"Shall I just patch it up? It is your choice."<br/>