She finished mashing all the ingredients together as the stubborn man began to cut his pant leg off. Sophie wasn't above holding him down and pouring the substance on him, but she was glad she didn't have to. Neither one of them had the strength or energy for it. She set the bowl down and dunked the rags in the water to wet them. Warm water would have been preferable, but room temperature would have to do.

When Ryan took his shirts off, Sophie looked back down at the rags, wringing them out. No one wanted to be stared at while they were undressing. But when she looked back up with rags in hand, she stopped short of moving any further. Grayed eyes saw scars, more scars than Sophie could ever wish not to have. For a moment, she felt bad. What could he have gone through to cause him so much physical pain and marring?

Kidnappings, a voice in her head reminded her. Oh, right. She frowned lightly and tilted her head to the side as if nodding to someone. He did come back for you, she reminded herself. Right, so he was split personality. One moment he was the villain and the next he was the hero. Why couldn't he tone his crazy down just a little? Maybe one of his personalities could just be like, a thief, and the other one could work at a homeless shelter. He really went all out on both of his personalities.

Sophie handed him one rag to clean the areas around his wounds and used the other to do the same. She was gentle-ish. And when it came time to apply the mixture she'd made, she didn't explain it. For the larger wounds, she applied it directly to the bandages and then to the wounds. As they worked together, Sophie responded with the same dry humor Ryan seemed to be so keen on. "Cheetos are a squirrel's favorite food, didn't you know?"

As they came to the last major wound, Sophie moved into Ryan's personal space as she reached around him with the wrap. She pulled it tightly to help stop the bleeding and then wrapped her arms around him again, continuing the process a few times until the wound was covered and the wrap was secure.

Finally she sat back and looked into the bowl. The substance was gone completely. If Ryan looked, before he fell asleep that night, he would see that some of the smaller wounds were already on the mend. It was truly a magical mixture. She grabbed a piece of the fruit, something like a peach colored apple with an orange center, and leaned against a cushion. "So how'd you get all those rad scars?" she asked with slight sarcasm before taking a bite of the fruit. She pushed the basket at him again. Surely he'd be smart enough to eat and drink, what with all that blood loss.