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Theseus winced as her hands gripped the folds of cloth tighter. He tried to distract himself from the pain her wound dressing caused by detailing her features. Three sunspots along her left eye, right above her high cheekbone, probably the result of spending too much time outside without the appropriate protection—and from what he knew of her, by way of other lads telling stories, she did prefer to be outdoors. A slight wrinkle in her right eyebrow, a scar from of a ridiculous accident she had as a child—again a story he'd heard by way of an orderly who'd heard through one of her close confidantes. The scar's result being she nearly always looked like she was scouring you for the truth, even if you were gladly offering it up. A crooked nose from being broken what was it, two times now, once from a rowdy brother and once from a violently angry ex-beau—Theseus couldn't imagine what it was a woman could do to make a man seek to strike her, and assuredly couldn't imagine this woman, in particular, doing anything to merit such an act. Broad forehead, and angular chin that came to a point you could really grab hold of and shake if you wanted to risk losing your hand.

She wasn't gorgeous, definitely not the pin-up type, but she was beautiful in her own right. Perhaps it was the steel in her, in her words and actions, that was tempered with her raucous humor and no-nonsense kindness. In any effect, Theseus knew he could've had worse for a doctor than Helen O'Reilly, and he was grateful it was her strength cutting off the blood circulation in his wounded leg and not that of Gregory Holster, who had the arms of a chimpanzee and the power to match it

"You aren't going to rip my work to shreds, are you soldier?" Her voice was husky like brandy poured over ice smooth, and Theseus always found it pleasant to listen to. She finished off her work with a flourishing jerk, no doubt, to reiterate her emphasis that he was assuredly not to rip her work to shreds regardless of what life may bring.

Theseus rubbed his hands over the bandage on his thigh. He still hated being seen in his skivvies by a woman, but Dr. O'Reilly had a professional mannerism that made him feel as if he were a dime a dozen to her and so had nothing to be ashamed of or shy about. When they'd first brought him in, he'd hoped for Holster over O'Reilly, given the location of his wound on his upper left thigh. But then as he'd sat in the waiting area listening to the orderlies coming and going, and their chatter about working for either O'Reilly or Holster, he'd decided that despite the social discomfort he'd rather O'Reilly, and he'd thanked his stars when it had turned out to be that way.

"I don't plan on it, anyway, Dr. O'Reilly." He offered her a smile and got a brief hint of one in return before the mask of professional disinterest fell back into place on her features.

He'd seen her genuinely smile and laugh but once in all the time he'd known her, and the occasion had not involved him. Theseus had just returned from the front lines and had been making his way to the tavern in town for a real meal when he'd heard laughter, and hers had rung out, especially as it had been the only female laughter. She had been in a group of medical personnel coming out of the tavern as he'd been about to go in and either she'd said something or someone else had said something to prompt the raucous response, but the group had all but fallen en masse out of the tavern onto the street.

Theseus had been the one to help her right herself on her wobbly legs, and as he did this they had made eye contact just briefly, while her lips had still been pulled back in a joyous grin, and Theseus remembered thinking that perhaps she was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. A flicker of recognition had crossed her features at that moment, but then it was over, and she and her group were hurrying along the road back towards the medical area they'd quartered off in town, and he'd been left speechless by the swinging tavern door.

"How did you manage to be the only one hit, soldier?" She had moved to clean up the area and ready herself for her next patient, leaving him to struggle back into his britches and move out of the way.

"I don't know what you mean," Theseus hopped along on one leg and nearly toppled off in his efforts to hurry. He felt a warm and firm hand on his elbow and looked up to see that she had paused in her movements long enough to steady him. He felt warmth spread in his cheeks, and he gave a sheepish head nod before taking advantage of her help and pulling his britches on fully. "Men are indiscriminately shot every day. You of all people-" he stopped.

She stepped away and curtly nodded, "Yes, I of all people know the nature of the horrors you all face out there. I've been out there a time or two myself when it was necessary." He could see the ghosts dancing in her eyes until she blinked them away and her firm resolve was back again. "I meant, everyone else in your group reported a barrage of bullets suddenly hailing on them like mosquitoes, and yet only you have one graze wound."

Theseus felt his hackles rise, as they always did when a Muggle got close to the truth of who he was. He typically only worked with other wizards who'd defied the order to remain neutral during the war, but there had been a few skirmishes he'd been ordered to fight alongside regular Muggles, and it had been in those instances that things tended to get dicey with how well he kept his magic hidden. Only one or two other Muggles knew of his true abilities, but those were his close comrades, and they'd take the truth with them to their grave. None of the officers and certainly none of the medical personnel knew. He hadn't realized that O'Reilly would check the reports of each wounded. He swallowed and fought for words that would form into a cohesive lie.

"O'Reilly!" Holster popped his head through the door, his face covered in a sheen of sweat. "Could do with some help on this latest lad. I've got a spot of hemorrhaging I've yet to get a hold on. "

Theseus audibly let out the breath he'd been holding but drew back quickly when he felt O'Reilly's eyes scrutinizing him. She stood and grabbed her gear but stopped at the door to give him one more thorough look.

"Next time, stop the bullet for yourself too, will ya?"

And with that, she was gone.