Chapter 6
Blood flowed persistently down the side of my face as we reached the RV. As we reached the door, she ushered me inside. Bringing myself to a halt, I refuse and say "ladies first". I have to admit; I'm one of those annoyingly charming men, unlike my brother who's a more, straight to the point kind of guy. Her bottom lip curls upwards at the corner as she gives in, a small snort releasing in her throat.
We both take a seat around on side of the table, so she could have better availability to my wound. She reaches her hand up to the side of my face, brushing my cheek as she inspects the bleeding. Fortunately, the bleeding had stopped by the time we were seated, and she could now get a closer look. "Damn, he got you good," she admits, forcing a slight grin. I chuckle, trying to keep the mood light, unsure of how to reply.
She removed her hand from my face, turning to the table, fondling through amounts of medical supplies. The first thing she grabs is a cloth, and holds it up to the cut. At the point of contact, there's a sharp stinging sensation, forcing me to wince. "Sorry", she whispers, releasing the pressure on the cloth. "No, it's fine" I reassure her. "And hey," she looks at me, "I'm sorry too". She stares at me, her eyes full of bewilderment and confusion. "I'm sorry if Shane scared you, I just don't know what's going on with him lately." She nodded at me, now understanding what I meant. "It's fine, and besides, you shouldn't be the one apologising," she lifts the cloth up once more, dabbing it gently at the opening, "You were great out there, I mean, you put yourself on the line to stop him didn't you?"
Her eyes slowly shift to mine as she questions my actions. The stare holds for several seconds, her hand set firmly on the side of my head. The sounds of Andrea walking into the RV knock us both out of the trance, and back to reality. "Everything okay in here?" She questions. I turn to look at Amy, waiting for her response. She dabs several more times at the cut, and places the cloth on the table. "Well, now he's cleaned up at least." She finally says. "Can you handle the rest, or do I need to do that for you too?" She said, mockingly. A smile rises on both our faces, and she's waiting for me to respond playfully back. "No, I'm fine; I'm sure that the two years of medical training I had covered how to apply a bandage". She smiles and looks towards me, "Now you're just bragging!" I couldn't hold it any longer, I had to laugh. It was the awkward fact that we were flirting, after something horrible had just taken place, and that her older sister was standing just a few feet beside us. We both laughed until the moment passed, and then turned to Andrea who had a rather stern, displeased look on her face. "Christ, will you two get a room?" She says, before finally leaving. I stand to the side so that Amy can get out of the seats. As she begins scooting over, she avoids my gaze, only to meet my eyes as she is directly in front of me. She stands there for a moment, "I guess we have one thing in common," She whispers, lifting her hand to my cheek, trailing her thumb over my cut, very carefully, "We both have annoying older siblings." And with that, she leans in and kisses me on the cheek, turns, and leaves the RV. "Women" I sigh, but whether it's of regret or relief I'm unsure.