Lucky stumbled into the apartment. He had tried to conceal the amount of pain he was in the entire ride home without much success. She kept looking at him worriedly. Siobhan could see right through all of his facades. It made him a little uncomfortable, how exposed he felt around her, but he liked it nevertheless.
He checked the windows and she locked the door.
"You should really sit down. They did quite a job to ya," she said.
"Really, I'm fine," he said through clenched teeth. His breaths came in short bursts and he could feel beads of sweat forming on his brow. He had always dealt with pain relatively well, but this was bad.
"If you're fine, then you shouldn't mind me takin' a look, now, should ya?"
Lucky was too weak to argue. He sat down on the bed and exhaled slowly, his eyes shut.
"I'm just gonna take a look, see what we're workin' with, okay?"
All Lucky could do was nod as she carefully peeled up his bloody shirt.
He heard her let out a small gasp as she saw the full impact of the cops' beating.
"See, it's not that bad," he said.
"Not that bad?" she said slowly, "Ronan, the blood hasn't stopped gushin' and the bruising is still spreading. I'm sure you have at least one cracked rib, probably more. They beat the crap out of you."
"Well you sure have a way of making a man feel good about himself."
"Aw hush up you. It's mostly my fault anyway. I shoulda gotten there sooner to rescue you."
"You? Rescue me?"
"If I hadn't started screaming, you never would have had the chance to get away."
"I would have figured something out," Lucky murmured.
She brushed his rib and he gasped out in pain.
"Sorry," she said, upset she had hurt him. "I'm going to need more supplies if I'm going to fix you up properly. You stay here."
"Not going anywhere." He said as he carefully laid back and shut his eyes. "Hurry back," he said though she was already out the door.