Doc and Kitty watched Newly wrap the doctor's arm. "Well Doc, that's the best I can do." Newly referred to both is surgical skills and bandaging.
"You did just fine, Newly." Doc said as he rubbed his right hand gingerly over his left forearm.
Kitty finished dabbing off the dirt and dried blood on Doc's face. "Now, if I could get you out of that shirt, I'd have it mended and cleaned for you." Kitty then realized how forthcoming her comment was and blushed slightly while looking Doc in the eyes with a slight smile perched on her lips. Doc's eyes slowly looked up into Kitty's with equal humour. "I'll need a hand to sit. These ribs are pretty tender."
Newly somehow was oblivious to the whole conversation until he heard Doc's request to sit. "Here, let me give you a hand. I can wrap those ribs if you remove your vest and shirt."
Kitty and Doc exchanged funny looks. "Here, Doc. I'll remover your tie." Kitty picked at the knot and finally pulled his tie free from his collar. Doc pulled his suspender straps down off his shoulders before he attempted to worked on the buttons of the shirt but his left arm was causing him difficulty. Kitty's right eyebrow rose in question. "Trouble?" She asked half sarcastically and with a slight tussle of his hair.
Doc looked up sharply at her. "Well, of course! My left arm feels like a sack of hammers right now." Kitty just shook her head and moved close enough to undo the buttons. "The rest I will leave to you." She pointed out once she'd finished.
There was a gentle knock at the door before Sam opened it and stepped through holding a red and white gingham cloth covered tray. "Doc. How are you feeling?"
Doc finally pulled his vest and shirt off leaving him sitting in his undershirt. "I feel terrible." He grumbled at Sam's question.
"Well maybe some of Ma's soup with make you feel better." Sam set the tray down on the roll top desk. "I'll be at the Long Branch, Miss Kitty."
Kitty thanked Sam for bringing the soup up to Doc. "I'll be over later. Hopefully it's still in one piece." Sam smiled as he pulled the door closed behind himself.
"Soup for supper." Doc slowly dragged his right hand across his moustache. "Sounds like the best advice out of this office tonight."
Kitty and Newly exchanged looks and then they both laughed.