I get the two of us to my apartment safely.

I turn off the engine before turning to face Jefferson.

He's already regaining some of his colour which is good.

Hesitantly, as if Handling the most delicate glass, I ever so gently shake the drowsy man.

"Jefferson, we're back at mine."

He stirs before mumbling something and turning over.

I shake a-bit more aggressively this time.

"Jefferson I told you not to go to sleep, you could have a concussion."

Finally with some prodding, blue eyes meet mine.

Conveying their disappointment of being disturbed.

"I'm gonna need your help okay, I may be strong but not strong enough to carry you up several flight of stairs."

Jefferson scowls

"You wouldn't of had to if you would of just dropped me off at my house."

"Don't get snarky with me, unless you want me to drag your sorry ass the the hospital, I can still do it."

I place the keys back in the engine and prepare to turn the car back on.

If the idea of me helping him was unappealing then the notion of going to the hospital was out fo the question.

So with little choice Jefferson nods his head once.

I help manoeuvre Jefferson from the car and between the two of us acting like a team, we stumble up the stairs with little trouble.

Once the apartment door is open I point to the couch.

"Go and sit down, I'll get the first aid kit."

While Jefferson makes himself comfy I go to my bathroom and pull the familiar red box from underneath the Sink.

To my surprise I return to Jefferson seated on the couch, personally I half expected him to already be attempting to bolt out the door.

He struck me as someone who didn't like to rely on people.

I set the box on top of the table and pull out the necessary items.

I grasp an antiseptic wipe.

"This may sting."

Jefferson doesn't say anything, but he keeps still.

I wipe the scraps and cuts with the wipe making sure to clear his face of any dried blood or dirt, last thing i want is for his cuts to get infected.

Jefferson hisses and try's to pull away when I reach a particularly deep cut.

"I did warm you."

I clean the rest of him up.

I grab the some Germolene and dap the antiseptic cream onto his scraps, that could numb the pain and help prevent them for getting infected while the skin regrows.

I grasp a pair of gloves and poke around in one of the deeper cuts.

I wince

If it was just skin I could plaster that easily, however it's gone into the fat, thankfully it's not gone into the muscle otherwise we would be looking at nerve damage.

Still.

I have no choice, this is da beyond my medical knowledge, I'm used to scraps, cuts and the occasional twisted of sprain ankle.

Nothing like this.

"Jefferson this is going to need stitches we should go to the hospital."

"For the last time, no hospitals." Jefferson snaps

Okay this is getting annoying.

"Well what do you expect to do with a deep cut like that, if we leave it you could get a serious infection not to mention the lasting damage." I try in vain to plead with him.

Jefferson holds his ground.

"Do you have a need and thread?"

"Yes I'm my draw-"

I stop.

"Oh no! No! No! No! No! I'm not stitching you up."

Jefferson shrugged his shoulders.

"Well then I guess we will have to let the cut get infected, because I'm not going to the hospital."

"What Is your problem with hospitals?"

"That's my business."

He smirks at me.

"So are you going to stitch me up or not."

Cocky little-

"Fine."

I go to my draw and get out my needle and thread, forceps and needle holder.

Never thought they would actually come in handy.

But there you go

"If I puke all over you, the only person you can blame is you."

I wash my hands with soap throughly and grab a lighter while I'm at it.

Taking a deep breath I return to find Jefferson has threaded the needle for me.

"That was quick, how do you do that? I can never seem to get it right."

"I've had practice." Jefferson has a look in his eyes, one I know quite well, the look of someone who has suffered.

I know better than to pry.

I sit down in front of him and grab the needed, I hold down on the lighter and hold it over the needle making sure to properly sterilise it.

Once it's ready I take a deep breath.

Here we go.

I use the forceps to expose the side of the wound I begin the suture on, I line up the edges of the wound as much as I can.

I push the needle through the skin at a 90-degree angle about a centimeter to the right of the wound just right above the fat.

I twist my hand clockwise so that the needle starts coming up on the other side of the wound.

Jefferson doesn't even react, he has balls of steel that what I will say.

When the needle has come out on the other side of the wound, I remove the thread from the needle and reattach it near the tip of the needle and pull until i have about 1-2 inches of thread left on the right side of the wound I then release the needle.

Using my left hand, I hold the thread on the left side of the needle and wrap twice around the tip of the needle holder.

I Slightly open the needle holder and grab 2 inches of thread on the right side of the wound.

Using my left hand, I pull the long part of the thread. The part of the thread wrapped around the needle holder slid off.

I tighten so that the tissue is just touching and make sure the knot is lying flat.

I repeat.

Finally it's done and Jefferson is all sutured up.

Not to shabby, I mean not great and no doubt he's going to have scaring, but not bad.

Well there's physically nothing more I can do.

Jefferson is close to sleep, so I manoeuvre him horizontal on the couch grab a blanket.

"You can sleep here tonight, it's only fair considering I hit you with my car."

Once I'm sure Jefferson is tucked in, I grab the needle and promptly throw it in the bin and pack the red box back under the sink.

Quickly and quietly I undress a climb into bed, trying to forget about the handsome man I have sleeping on my couch.

The one I hit with my car.