"Hey Abby is Jackson around?" She turns at the sound of Marcus's voice with a hand holding some wadded up fabric that he was pressing into his upper inside thigh; the fabric was become stained red.
"Oh my God what happened?!" She rushes over tries to remove his hand, he turns away.
"Yeah archery training could use some more safety refreshers."
"You were shot with an arrow?! Marcus I have to treat this." He starts to blush and run his fingers through his hair with his free hand.
"Yeah about that. Is Jackson here? Because he rather looked into it." Abby cocks an eyebrow trying to figure out the reason for his refusal of her treatment. In fact professional and skilled as Jackson was as doctor; she was the chief medical officer. Than it dawns on her why…
"Marcus I am completely professional. You know that right?" He nods.
"Yeah. Just I was hoping the first time you saw me without pants on would be more romantic than because Steve Palmer has shitty aim." This time she blushes.
"It is what it is. Now come behind the curtain and let's what type of damage he did. And really you gave him a cross bow?!"
"Oh trust me I'm regretting that."