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When she returned to the paddock Finn rushed from her jeep into the office after she'd parked up in the yard and when she was inside she closed the door tightly behind her.
For a long moment she just stood with her back against the door and stared at the wall opposite her but then her breathing gradually started to accelerate, she grabbed the back of her neck roughly with both hands and exhaled out a long, low breath.
Tears formed in her eyes instantly and then started rolling down her cheeks, she shook her head back and forth as she walked across the room.
She let go of her neck and placed both hands over her nose and mouth, she then she sunk down the wall onto her butt and cried hard.
An overwhelming sadness overtook her, she had thought she and her sister had a strong bond but obviously she was wrong and that broke her heart even more.
She wasn't entirely sure how much time had passed as she sat there on the ground, she had cried a lot, until her eyes were red and nipping and until she physically couldn't do it anymore.
At some point she heard Owen's voice outside of the office talking to someone and that brought her out of her daze slightly, she glanced at the doorway and watched as the handle moved down slowly, "Is there a reason this door is closed? It's like a hundred degrees out here." he said to her through it and then he pushed it open.
He looked over at her once he had stepped into the office and his eyes visibly widened, he was over at her in a flash, crouched down infront of her with both his hands cupping her face, "Finley." he said, his voice questioning and laced with concern, "What happened?"
He moved her head gently to the side to get a better look and used his thumb to softly stroke her cheek, she winced as he did and he moved it away immediately.
"Jesus Finn. Your face is swollen to hell." he said and swallowed as his eyes darted over every inch of it, "How did this happen?" he asked her again in a firmer tone, she glanced at him with a sad expression, "I didn't mean it to sound like that...just...please, tell me...how?"
Finn stared at him for a moment and then she sighed, "Had a fight with my sister."
His facial expression changed to utter shock.
"And when I say that what I really mean is, she hit me...and...well, she won I guess." she added with a shrug.
Owen dropped his head and exhaled, he then raised it and looked her in the eye, "You okay?"
She smiled weakly, "...her mood is up and down everyday and then the aggression she showed...I don't know what to do with her." she shrugged again as fresh tears filled her eyes.
His hands gradually moved to settle loosely on her neck and he stroked the edges of her jaws with his thumbs.
"I've tried...ever since our dad died I have tried my damn hardest to be what she needs but nothing I ever do is any good enough." she sniffed, "What more can I do?"
"Try not to think about it all right now, you'll only upset yourself more." he said as he placed his hands on her shoulders and gave them a comforting squeeze, he then slid them down her arms and took her hands in his.
She looked up at his face, he stood up a little and gently tugged on her hands for her to follow suit, "Let me take a look at your face properly." he said when she was stood infront of him.
He then let go of her hands and placed one at the small of her back as he guided her towards the office chair where he then sat her down and leaned over her, "Tilt your head back for me."
She took a deep breath and did as he said, he placed his hands gently on her cheek and prodded softly, it was mildly painful, "Do you know what your doing?" she asked after a beat.
"Basic first aid?" he asked, "Yeah."
"So my face wont fall off after your done with me?" she asked and he laughed a little.
"I hope not." he said as he examined her some more, "It's a pretty face."
She glanced at him and he smirked back at her, she rolled her eyes and smiled a little in return.
"It doesn't look like it needs stitches or anything, luckily." he told her and straightened to his full height in front of her, "I'll get some antiseptic for it."
She nodded and looked at her hands briefly in her lap as he walked across the room, he opened a metal cupboard thing and reached up for a small first aid kit that was on the top shelf.
He unzipped the bag as he walked back towards her, "What did she hit you with?" he asked curiously and she looked up at him, he set the bag on the desk and took out a sealed packet of swabs.
"Nothing, it was the way she hit me, I fell backwards onto the edge of the bed." she replied and his eyes shot to hers before he kneeled infront of her.
"You whacked your head on the bedpost?" he asked and held a finger up infront of her face, "Tell me...how many can you see?"
"I'm not concussed Owen." she said with a sigh.
"How many?" he asked again, ignoring what she said.
"...one finger." she replied and he made a face.
"Do you feel dizzy at all?" he asked her.
"Not anymore." she said with a sigh.
"But you did before?" he asked and groaned, "Finn..."
She held a hand up to stop him, "It was after it first happened, when I stood up and it was very brief, I'm fine."
He looked at her for a moment before he shook his head and ripped open the packet with the swabs inside, he took one out and leaned towards her with it, he slowly cleaned up the blood that had been flowing from her cut.
Once he did that he threw the swab in the bin and took the antiseptic cream out of the kit, "This might sting." he said as he unscrewed the cap, she nodded in understanding and he squeezed some out onto his index and middle fingers.
She watched him carefully as he leaned closer and placed his other under her chin to move her head to the side, he then very gently dabbed the cut on her cheek with the cream, it didn't sting that much at all, only when he first pressed it to her wound, "That okay?" he asked her and she nodded, he dabbed some more and then softly smoothed the cream along the cut.
He stepped back and took a wipe from the packet in the kit and cleaned his hand, "Think that should do it for now." he told her.
"Thank you." she replied.
He nodded and looked down at her with his hands on his hips, "You should take it easy today, I don't want you staring at that screen all day...head home."
"No." She said and sat up in the chair, "I'm not going back to the bungalow to sit and do nothing."
He sighed, "Finn."
"No Owen." she said and stood up, "I'm not."
She moved around him and walked towards the doorway where she'd sat her bag with food down on the floor, she bent down a little and picked it up.
"What's in there?" he asked as she walked back towards the desk with the bag.
"I got take out for us." she said as she set the bag down, "But under the circumstances...we never had it." she added sadly.
She took the box with the pieces of cake inside out the bag and set it on the desk, she then brought out the water and the box with the chicken, "I'll be right as rain once I've eaten something." she said.
"Got that from that diner place didn't you?" Owen asked and nodded at the chicken.
She nodded back, "I got it all from there actually."
"Thought so, the food from there is amazing." he replied.
"...do you want some? There's 8 pieces in there and I'll never eat them all." she said with a shrug and opened the chicken box.
Owen reached into the box and pulled a piece of the chicken out before she'd fully opened it, he placed it in his mouth and bit into it with a moan, Finn smiled.
"No asking you twice is there?" she said and he shook his head, she took a piece out herself and sat back in the chair, when she bit into it an explosion of deliciousness erupted inside her mouth.
She closed her eyes and moaned as she chewed, "That...is...amazing." she said to him as she ate and opened her eyes, he was sat on the edge of the desk just in front of her and he was already on his second piece.
"Told you." he said with a grin and started eating again.
They ate in silence until all of the chicken was gone, Finn leaned back in her chair and sighed, her stomach felt full after her second piece but it was so good she didn't want to stop eating, she sat forward and reached for the flavoured water, "What one do you want?" she asked Owen.
"What is there...Strawberry or lime...I'll take the lime I think." he said with a smile.
"Lime...Ah yeah, your a tequila man." Finn replied and grabbed the strawberry bottle, she opened it and took a long drink.
"Yes ma'am." he replied with a smirk and took a drink from his own bottle.
"I could use a shot right now." she said with a sigh and his smirk disappeared.
"Sure your alright?" he asked her and she nodded.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I was just really shocked you know." she replied, "That's why I got...so upset."
He nodded slowly, "...she's never done anything like that before then?"
"Not to me." she answered, "She's had stupid tantrums that resulted in her throwing things around before but...never to me." she rubbed her eyebrow and leaned back in the chair again, "...there's cake in that other box by the way."
Owen's face slowly broke out in a grin, "Is there?" he asked as he picked up the box and opened it, "Oh wow...it's the white chocolate brownie cake." he said in a loving like tone.
She almost laughed, "I take it...you two have met before?" she teased and he winked at her.
"You betcha." he said and took the two slices out, "They used to make this all the time but then one day they just stopped."
He placed her piece on the desk beside her, "I can't manage that right now...I'm bursting here."
He sighed dramatically, "If you want me to eat it just say."
She laughed a little, "Yeah right, what I meant to say was...I'll take it home with me later."
"Damn." he said with a smile and started to wolf his piece down, "...Oh...it's fantastic." he said through mouthfuls.
Finn smiled picked her slice up, "I might have a little nibble to see what it's like."
She bit off a small piece and chewed on it, it was very good, Owen nodded at her as he finished his slice off.
"That...was so good, it's been too long since I had a slice of that cake." he said as he wiped his mouth, "Mmm."
"It is lovely but I'll need to wait till later, I won't be able to finish it now." she said and put her slice back in the box.
Owen nodded, "Well thank you Finn...that was a better lunch than I had planned for myself."
"Your welcome." she replied and rested her elbows on the arms of the chair, "Thank you again...for." she trailed off and he nodded.
"Don't worry about it." he told her and she smiled.
"Finn." Barry's voice came from outside as he approached the office, she looked at the doorway and saw his hand appear, he knocked twice and stepped inside, "Whoa."
Finn looked down embarrassed as Barry's eyes traced her face.
"What happened Finn?" he asked and moved towards the desk.
"An accident." Owen said immediately, "I pushed the door open as she was about to pull it and I got her in the face." Finn glanced up at him and he offered her a half smile.
"Owen, your one clumsy fool." Barry told him seriously, "That's a hell of a shiner you've given the girl."
"I know, I'm sorry again Finn." he told her.
"No...it's fine." she told him with a grateful smile and turned to look at Barry, "He made up for it by fixing it for me."
"And so he should." Barry said with a glance in Owen's direction and then handed her a sheet, "I brought you the blood test results, everything is normal."
"Great...Delta is fine? Her leg hasn't gotten infected?" she replied to him as she looked over the sheet.
"Nope, she's fine." he told her with a smile, "Also someone from the hotel reception radioed up saying there's someone named Fiona trying to get a hold of you on your phone."
She quickly looked away from him back at the sheet and cleared her throat, "Okay. Thanks for letting me know."
He nodded and turned to Owen, "Blue is in the Muzzle."
"Alright, I'll be there in a sec." Owen replied.
Barry left the office and once he was out of earshot Owen turned to her, "You gonna call her back?"
"I don't know." she said and looked at him, "I don't want to speak to her."
"Then don't." he replied, "Come with me."
"To see Blue? I don't think so, she'll smell my blood and try and chew through the fence to get to me." she said with a shudder.
He huffed out a laugh, "No she wont, you don't need to go in with me just stand outside."
"Thanks but...I think I'll continue on with these reports, it'll keep me busy." she replied.
"Your sure?" he asked and she nodded, "Don't do too much, that's an order...and I'll be coming back to check you haven't passed out." he added with raised brows.
She smiled and rolled her eyes, "Okay whatever. Understood."
He pointed at her as he backed out of the office and then he smiled before walking off.
She sighed and her smile faded, she had left her phone in her jeep on silent and Fiona must have been ringing it constantly, she didn't care though she didn't want to look at her let alone speak to her at that moment, she just logged onto the computer and brought up the report she had been writing that morning and began updating it.