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Her head hurt as did the rest of her body, it felt sore and reluctant to move even as her eyes fluttered open and she forced herself to awaken fully. Oh god, her head, her head... had softened that blow against the wall. Reza paused, stirring a bit to press one hand against her face, everything was still in one piece, which was good. It was more

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He capped the water bottle after downing a good amount and setting some on a small towel to clean his face. "It's alright, I have nothing more than a headache. It might leave a nasty scar, but whatever." It's not like he didn't have one on his face already from the twins - a complete accident, but even so.

"I planned on doing so, heh." The General opened up another drawer to take out a pair of scissors, using them on the sleeves and collar of his shirt to get out of it. "Why don't you get comfortable, too?"

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"I rather not give you a scar." Reza added unamused, helping sort out the clothing he was cutting up and making a pile on the side. She stuck to mostly watching him, curiously or maybe just protectively.

"...I'm comfortable."

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"Don't worry about it," he gave her a smile, tossing the ruined shirt to the side.

"Are you sure?" He looked at her once his pants were off, walking over just a bit to another set of drawers to take some shorts out, along with a shirt. "You can change into this and get out of that." He sat on the bed again after the shorts were on, focusing on cleaning up the cuts that needed some sort of treatment.

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Reza didn't take his advice although she nodded at the mention of pants and such things. ...but then he took off his pants and she felt ... embarrassed. "Oh for the love of," she muttered to herself and glared at the floor.

There was no offer to help him, but she placed a kiss on his neck again and sat by his side, staring ahead as he treated his wounds.

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He stopped to turn his head and set a kiss on her forehead, letting his lips linger there for a second before he finished up with the cut on his arm, closing up the kit and setting it on the floor, along with the plastic bag full of bloody gauzes and wipes. One more long swig of his water bottle - along with some aspirin - did the trick, and suddenly he was sleepy. Sleep and sore, ow.

"Ready to take a nice, long nap?" Kamil looked down at her.

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She hadn't meant to distract him but the kiss against her forehead felt nice and she would've cuddle close again except not the right time for this.

No, not really, but he should sleep. "Mm, just go to sleep, you twat." though the insult was said with more affection than real malice. She tilted her head.

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"Yes, ma'am," he smiled softly and got under the covers, but stayed sitting up. "But before I do, I'd like to know where you're going and why you're not joining me?" It was just genuine curiosity.

That, and even though he knew she could heal a lot faster than he could, he was still worried.

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Reza offered a hesitant smile back. "I'm staying here." She didn't plan on letting him out of her sight any time soon. Not until she was sure... as for what she'd be doing...

"A shower will do wonders for me. I'll keep an eye on everything while you rest up." Wake him up if anything important came up. There was that shyness again, that hesitation on her words as if she wasn't sure what she was doing right now but it seemed like the right thing to do for him.

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"Alright, enjoy your shower. Please don't hesitate to wake me up if you need help, alright?" He let his hand rest under her chin before he leaned in to give her a kiss on the lips - nothing rushed, nothing dramatic, just a simple kiss before he pulled away. "I'd like to see you next to me when I wake up, bella."

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There were no plans on waking him up even if she needed help, but Reza didn't say that, it was better to just nod and put his mind at ease. Although the fact that she was comfortable enough inside here to go about without asking him for everything said a few things. Disturbing if Reza thought on it too much. So she wouldn't.

How did he do that?

The kiss was returned simply and she was looking at the floor, trying to hide her expression. Just how did he do that?! Reza had no clue as to how he managed it.

There was concern though, for his sisters and for him, once he was feeling better. "Okay."