on one foot, and sat on the edge of the tub. Leaning over he pulled the plug to let the dirty water drain. He swung his legs around and out of the water and grabbed the towel to dry himself off. He stood and limped to the sink. Looking in the mirror he hardly recognized himself. The right side of his face was bruised and swollen with a small open wound at the top of his cheek, his shaved head and the stitches protruding through what little hair he had grown back, and he had huge dark circles under his eyes. He grabbed the toothpaste from the side of the sink and put a big glob on his finger and brushed his teeth the best he could. After rinsing his mouth out numerous times, he put on the shirt she left for him. It would be a nightgown on her, but on him it was tight and barely covered his stomach. It smells like her, he thought. He wrapped the throw around his waist and walked out of the bathroom. Remington walked in to the living room and felt like he was punched in the gut. Jackie was sitting on the couch and talking in hush tones on the telephone.
Chapter 6
Jackie heard a gasp behind her; she turned around to see Remington standing behind the couch staring at her with a wounded look on his face. "Hey Sarah? Can I call you back? Ok, talk to you soon. Bye."
"Are you okay?" She asked Remington.
"Uh yea, I just thought..."
"Oh! No, yeah, that was just Sarah. She's my best friend; she lives in Cheyenne. She called while you were in the tub."
"You had me worried for a minute." He said.
"Well as far as I'm concerned we have a deal. You don't do anything stupid and I don't call the cops." She said with a small smile. She really needs to stop smiling at me like that. He thought.
"Deal." He replied.
"Okay, come sit down and let’s take care of those injuries."
Remington walked around to the front of the couch and sat down. "I'm not sure where to start," he said.
"Well what’s bothering you the most? The ankle?" She asked.
"Yes."
"Then that’s where we'll start." Jackie couldn't get over the difference the bath made. Even with the side of his face bruised and swollen the man was gorgeous. He looked like he stepped off the cover of GQ; well, fell off the cover, then landed on the street and got run over by a semi. Jackie opened up the case and started pulling things out. First was the bottle of painkillers. "Here, why don't you take two of these, it will take the edge off." Then she handed him two of the amoxicillin and a glass of water. "Some of those gashes are pretty bad; these should help in case of infection."
"Thanks." He said, popping the pills in his mouth. "That’s quite a collection. Where did you get all this stuff?" He asked, digging through the case. "This looks like a military field case."
"Um, I'm not sure. I found it in the guest room closet when I moved in." She answered.
"You just move in?" He asked. "Maybe the previous owner was in the military."
Jackie looked at him, trying to decide how much to divulge to her new guest. After all, he wouldn't be here long. "Actually, it was my grandmothers." She said. "She passed away earlier in the year and left me this house."
"I'm so sorry." Remington said sincerely. "Were you close?"
"She raised me." Jackie answered; "I miss her terribly."
Remington could see her eyes turning glassy. He gave her an understanding smile. "Well she sure knew how to stock a kit."
"Yeah!" Jackie laughed wiping at her eyes. "It seems she was just full of surprises. Now, lets see that ankle."
Jackie had never seen bruising this bad, but she wasn't a doctor so she couldn’t know how serious it actually was. She had his foot in her lap and was feeling around for any breaks in the bone. "I don't feel anything protruding, but it’s so swollen it may be hard to tell." She said. "Could be fractured, but I can't feel a break." She