Author's Note: One last missing scene before episode 2. This is right before my favorite scene of the ep where Annie dresses Auggie's wound. Never has first aid been so loving and sexy. Also, in the scene in Annie's bedroom, when they are up and attempting to get dressed, did anyone notice a small red mark on Auggie's shoulder, the one he was shot in, it looked suspiciously like a hickey.
Luckily for Annie, Colombians aren't phased by much. So the sight of a six foot tall bleeding blind guy and a half dressed blonde woman didn't raise any eyebrows, even in the hotel lobby. She got Auggie to the room without question and he moved with purpose towards the bed, just wanting to lie down.
"No," Annie said softly, "I need to clean you up."
She led him into the bathroom and sat him on the closed toilet seat. She lifted the hem of his tee shirt, her mind flashing to the past few nights and how different it felt to strip him now, the butterflies from those first few experiences replaced with the dread of the current situation.
His good arm raised, she got the shirt off and over his head, easing it over his wound and down the damaged arm to fall in a crumbled messy heap at her feet. She turned to get a towel and that is when she saw it, really saw it, her hands were covered in blood, some of it dark and dried and some vibrant and fresh, her hands were covered in Auggie's blood.
She took a deep breath, forcing the tears at the back of her throat away, the ones that threatened to fall in front of Teo as he dug the bullet out of Auggie's perfect shoulder, the shoulder she had sucked and licked and bit as they rolled around in the clean white sheets of her bed.
"Hey," his voice was quiet but still startling in the small room, "I'm fine."
Annie tried not to remember holding Ben in a helicopter or watching Simon fall to the kitchen floor, she tried not to think about how shocking it felt to be shot herself. She tried not to let the thoughts come, the thoughts that if she truly loved this man as much as she was beginning to believe she did, she should walk away and let him go back to a life where he wasn't constantly in danger.
"Of course you are, because you are a tough guy," she tried to imbue her voice with some humor.
"Tough guys tough it out," he echoed her words from a couple years ago and she laughed.
She washed her hands thoroughly, watching the water shift from red to pink to clear as his blood slipped down the drain. She wet a facecloth and gently and carefully cleaned the wound. Rinsing the face cloth she continued, over and over until his skin gleamed clean and her mind went blank.
"Wash your hands real good," she instructed as she went to gather supplies.
He heard her arranging some things in the bedroom and she returned with a bottle of something sloshing around.
"Not tequila again?" he grimaced at the memory of the smell of tequila hitting hot metal.
"No, but it is still going to hurt, we have to disinfect it," she explained calmly.
The antiseptic hurt like hell but Auggie just tipped his head back and grimaced through the pain.
"Sorry," she repeated the word over and over and when she was done she slipped her fingers into his hair.
She pulled his head forward again, the pain glassy in his eyes and she kissed his forehead which was warm from exertion she hoped and not infection. She kissed his cheek which was salty from sweat and then she kissed his lips which were sweet and tender and receptive to hers. He still wanted to kiss her after 2 days together had gotten him shot.
"I'm sorry," she whispered gain.
The End