[His apology really isn't necessary. Chrissy knows that guys like this kind of stuff. And really, the only thing embarrassing about it is the thoughts that she's left with as she stares over at him. His blush only makes her turn bright red in return, and it grows distinctly darker as she follows his gaze and takes notice of a pack of condoms sitting right next to the ashtray on his bedside table.]
It's okay.
[She reassures him, knowing the words sound breathy and distracted and like maybe she's not okay at all. But of course she is, because he's trying his best to take care of her. And here she is, flushed with warmth and embarrassment, wishing he'd throw her on his bed and have his way with her. Chrissy's 100% positive that makes her a terrible person.
Needless to say, the distraction of his clothes being handed over to her is appreciated. She holds both the boxers and his shirt in one hand, trying to shuffle them as she thinks about how she's going to get her hospital gown off and these on. ]
No, don't go. [She hurriedly insists, shaking her head.] I don't want you to go.
[Oh god, she has to actually verbalize this next part, and she doesn't know if she can do it. Not when she's staring at his lips, and oh my god —
How is it possible that she's blushing more?]
I need you to help me get dressed.
[There's an attempt to move her broken arm that currently has a cast on it, but she winces in pain as soon as she does. It doesn't matter to her if his room's a mess, or what he has laying around. All Chrissy cares about is that he stays close, and the fact that he's doing everything in his power to help her. Getting dressed so they can move on and save his skin is more important than anything else.]
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It's okay.
[She reassures him, knowing the words sound breathy and distracted and like maybe she's not okay at all. But of course she is, because he's trying his best to take care of her. And here she is, flushed with warmth and embarrassment, wishing he'd throw her on his bed and have his way with her. Chrissy's 100% positive that makes her a terrible person.
Needless to say, the distraction of his clothes being handed over to her is appreciated. She holds both the boxers and his shirt in one hand, trying to shuffle them as she thinks about how she's going to get her hospital gown off and these on. ]
No, don't go. [She hurriedly insists, shaking her head.] I don't want you to go.
[Oh god, she has to actually verbalize this next part, and she doesn't know if she can do it. Not when she's staring at his lips, and oh my god —
How is it possible that she's blushing more?]
I need you to help me get dressed.
[There's an attempt to move her broken arm that currently has a cast on it, but she winces in pain as soon as she does. It doesn't matter to her if his room's a mess, or what he has laying around. All Chrissy cares about is that he stays close, and the fact that he's doing everything in his power to help her. Getting dressed so they can move on and save his skin is more important than anything else.]