"Where else are you bleeding?" Anck-su-namun asked.
Imhotep reluctantly, knowing the pain the medicine could inflict, showed Anck-su-namun his other open wounds, and, of course, she had to clean it with the medicine. After about five cuts, it became second nature to both of them to hold hands while doing this, though not exactly for Imhotep's benefit only.
It was after she had finished cleaning his wounds that Imhotep noticed the bruises on her body from being Seti's punching bag.
"What about you?" He asked, concerned.
Anck-su-namun looked at the purple marks on her body. "I'll admit it, they hurt, but I'll live. I'm strong." She smiled at him.
"And you think I'm not?" He said in mock offence with a smile.
"You couldn't walk!" She giggled.
He nodded. "True."
Then Imhotep remembered something. "Why did you kiss me? When I was on the sand?"
"It wasn't a kiss."
"Oh?"
"It was called mouth-to-mouth resuscitation."
"Uh…?"
"It's where you breathe air into someone's lungs after they inhale water to get them breathing again."
"It looked like a kiss."
"I know. I'm just glad Pharaoh didn't see. Then we'd be dead no matter what."
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Anck-su-namun opened it. It was one of Imhotep's gold priests. "The water's ready, my lady." He bowed.
"What is this - the age of chivalry?" She joked, and, seeing the confused look on the priest's face, quickly said, "Thank you. He'll be down in a minute." The priest bowed again as Anck-su-namun shut the door.
"What was that all about?"
"Oh, the age of chivalry was when..."
"No, not that. Water?"
"Ah, yes. You're priests have been drawing up a nice hot bath for you."
A hot bath sounded like an excellent idea.
"You told them to, didn't you?" He asked suspiciously.
She bit her lip and nodded.
"Uhh..." He began, and Anck-su-namun, knowing what he was going to ask, said, "I'll stay up here and... straighten things up a bit. Awful pig sty in here, it is."
He sighed, relieved. "A pig what?"
"To sum it all up, a mess."
"Oh, okay... I guess..." He looked around. The only things out of place were a couple of books.
"Umm, would you like me to walk to down?" She asked.
"Please. I enjoy your company." They both smiled.
Anck-su-namun helped the stiff-jointed priest to his feet. He swayed a bit, then leaned onto Anck-su-namun for support. Or at least, that's what appeared to be the reason. They slowly walked down the hall to a priest's chamber. Inside there was a big basin filled with hot water.
"Umm, okay. I guess this is where I leave you." Anck-su-namun told Imhotep.
He nodded, looking sad.
"Uhh.. I'll go... clean up... your room... now."
Imhotep nodded again and leaned against the doorway for support. He watched Anck-su-namun walk back up to his chambers and enter the door. He stared at the place she had last been for a moment before he himself entered the room he was supposed to be in to have his bath.