The next day was quiet. Eclypsa had the day off, apparently most of the men were well enough to go on a citywide man hunt for a certain politician. Privately, she prayed that the man or woman got away safely. She took the time to wash her clothes and took a long nap. When she woke up it was dusk.
James walked in smelling like blood. Eclypsa gathered her hair into a messy bun, rolled up her sleeves, grabbed her medical kit and went to him. He sat down heavily in the armchair and thrust a bag at her.
"Later," She said and carefully took off his broken mask. Gently moving his hair out of his eyes, she was surprised that his eyes were dead and flat, just like the first time she met him. Frowning she slipped on nitrile gloves and doused a gauze in isopropanol. Eclypsa leaned forward to clean the blood and debris from his face. A twinkle sparked his eyes back to life and he stared unblinkingly at her. With a jolt, Eclypsa realized he was staring straight down her sleep shirt. And she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath. He smirked as she rolled her eyes and continued cleaning. Leaning in even closer she saw sand and shards of glass in his skin. Retrieving the tweezers, she got to work pulling out splinters of glass one at a time.
20 minutes later, Eclypsa's back was on fire from staying in a bent position, she was almost at a 90 degree angle. With a huff she stood back up and her back cracked and popped like bubble wrap. She was determined to finish, this tenaciousness was one of the reason why she was such an acclaimed surgeon. Eclypsa slipped into James' lap and put her thighs on the outside of his hips and brought out the tweezers to continue picking out the glass.
James' hands went directly to her hips. His hands were cool and warm. And distracting. "Quit it," she growled at him and pinched him with the tweezers when his metal hand slid down to her thigh and she felt the cool metal trace figures idly up her sleep shirt, drawing goosebumps. Damn, who knew metal was so cold on the inner thigh.
Time flew by, Eclypsa's hands were cramping and her hips were asleep but with a satisfied sigh she leaned back. "Done."
She got off of James shakily-his hands reluctantly slid from her-and shook out her legs. She grabbed the bag James offered to her and looked inside. It was full of clothes! "Oh James. Thank you!" Eclypsa exclaimed.
"You can come back if you're that grateful," he murmured.