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Delia stretched and stood up as well, looking at him with awe, as if she hadn't seen his face before. His eyes seemed to brighten, unveiled from the shadows of his hair that was once there. She caught herself staring and tried to blink away her amazement, her lips pulling up into a smile. "Really? I'm glad." She went to rub her eyes, before realizing she still had bits of his hair stuck to her fingers. "Ah, better clean this up..."

Laughing a little bit, she set the scissors on the edge of the sink and bent down to gather up the excess hair in the trash bag and folded it up. There was barely any mess left behind, and she stuffed the bag in the garbage. Her eyes flicked up to look at his face again and she couldn't help but to sigh contently at how well it had turned out...and at how handsome he looked.

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Deep scarlet blush made its way up Delia's neck and into her already flushed cheeks. "O-oh, um, yeah. It looks great." She leaned back, expecting there to be a wall behind her but was sadly mistaken. Instead, she fell back into the shower, squealing a little in surprise. Clumsily, she snatched at the shower curtain in an attempt to stop the fall but it was too late. She hit the tiled floor like a rock and moaned in response when her back hit the wall with a thud. Smooth, she thought to herself miserably, clutching her back. So very graceful.

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Delia saw him laughing and the blush intensified in her face, her cheeks shaded a bright pink. She took his hand, again surprised by how warm his skin was against hers. Leaning forward to stand up, she winced at the pain in her back. There would probably be a large bruise over her spine from the impact. "I'm fine...just.. a klutzy moron, don't mind me," she replied hastily, finally getting to her feet and brushing herself off, as if that would help. "Thanks." She ran a hand through her hair nervously and bit her lip, hesitant to meet his gaze again.

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Delia stood for a moment after he'd let go of her hand, staring at her feet for a moment. It was then she realized that the back of her shorts had gotten a little wet from a puddle of water in the tub. Quickly she peeled off her sweatshirt and tied it around her waste, hiding the probable water spot on her backside. She tugged nervously on her white sleeveless blouse and followed him into the bedroom, watching as he scratched his side. "Um, a day more maybe... lemme see." She approached him carefully and lifted up his shirt to look at the wound. Her fingertips touched the skin subconsciously as she observed. It was already mostly healed, and his skin could probably handle the rest of the healing itself. "Oh, wow. You heal pretty fast, huh?" Delia let go of his shirt. "You can probably take them out today, actually."

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Delia raised her eyebrows and looked down at her hands, realizing that they were indeed rather cold. She bit her lip, flattered by the compliment but annoyed with herself. Probably because all the blood went up to my face. She folded her arms, tucking her fingers in the insides of her elbows and nodded. "Lucky for you I have some stuff with me." She rummaged through her bag and got out one of the smaller bags with the medical supplies in it. "So, um, you can sit if you want."

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Delia blinked at him, realizing that he was indeed sitting down on the edge of his bed. She buried her face in her palm for a moment, mentally reminding herself to keep her composure. She looked back at him again and nodded. "Um, there might be a little bit of blood. We can go into the bathroom then." It was odd that she was acting so nervous again, but somehow when she washed her hands in the hot water of the sink, she found herself much more composed. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at him. "You gonna be okay?" she asked softly, drying her hands.

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Delia's eyes fell on his bare torso and she felt the familiar warmth creep up on her cheeks again. As he spoke, she knelt down next to him and ran her fingers over the wound gingerly. "Yeah," she replied, unsure of what else to say. She cringed a little at the thought of him getting shot again. "Please don't get hurt again," she added quietly, her brows knitting together in concern. Slowly she took out the tweezers and some gauze just in case. Carefully she began undoing the stitches, tugging only slightly at his skin. "This shouldn't hurt a bit." The reassuing smile returned to her face as she began working.

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Delia flicked her eyes up to search his face for a moment; searching for what though, she wasn't sure. What he had just said made her stomach somersault in the best way. Had he really just called her his friend? And he was genuine about it too? A better question is: why do I care so much? she thought to herself, pulling another stitch out gently with the tweezers. She paused for a moment, finding herself staring at the slow rise and fall of his mid-drift when he breathed. His skin was perfect, aside from the wound that made his skin pucker like crinkled paper. She bit her lip and snapped out of the trance, trying to keep the pace of her own breathing and heart rate normal.

Carefully but efficiently, she continued to slide the stitches out of his skin until there was nothing left but the almost healed wound and a bit of blood. If she didn't know better, she would have suspected it was just a scrape. Then, she cleaned it and allowed it to breathe before covering it with a patch of gauze and medical tape.
"There. Good as new." She stood up to throw away the stitches and clean the supplies. "I must be a great friend, because I don't know anyone else crazy enough to do all this for you," she teased, unable to hide her smile as she looked at him.