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Biting back an uncharacteristic whimper, Reese peeled off his bloody clothes and let them fall to the floor of the bathroom, his eyes hard and appraising as he examined his body in the mirror. He was one large bruise from his shoulder to his knee all down his left side, scrapes and abrasions on both forearms, over his ribs, and down his thigh, the dried blood smeared all across his skin. It hadn’t been the first time he’d been hit by a car and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

His steps stiff, he crossed the room to the shower and turned on the water, waiting impatiently for it to heat up. With the spray as hot as he could stand, Reese stepped into the tub and drew the curtain closed behind him, his breath hissing between his teeth as the spray seared away the blood and washed the open wounds. The water that poured off his body was dyed pink and he stared without really seeing as it swirled down the drain.

An unexpected sound snapped him back to attention and he tensed as the bathroom door opened and shut again. Silence filled the room. Most people would have asked, ‘Who’s there?’, but Reese wasn’t most people. He glanced around the shower, seizing a long-handled back-scrubbing brush, ready to wield it like a club, and reached for the curtain.


Reese froze. “Finch?”

“Ah, you are in here,” Finch said, and Reese heard his uneven footsteps come farther into the room.

“What are you doing here?” Reese asked, his body suddenly cold and shaking as the adrenaline bled out of him, leaving him spent and exhausted.

“I thought you might like some help with those injuries,” Finch replied.

“Thank you, but I can manage.”

“I know you can, Mr. Reese,” Finch said, a hint of amusement in his tone, “but that doesn’t mean you should have to. Now, how bad is it?”

“Well,” Reese started, but before he could begin to describe the various scrapes and contusions, the shower curtain slid open and Finch stuck his head in, steam from the spray fogging up his glasses as he looked Reese over from head to toe. “Excuse me!” Reese said, reaching out to close the curtain again.

“Oh, please, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” Finch said, refusing to be shooed away. “Where was the impact with the vehicle?”

Reese rolled his eyes and stifled a sigh as he turned his left side toward Finch for inspection, watching the reclusive billionaire’s brows draw together in a frown as he studied the damage.

“You’re lucky you weren’t killed,” Finch said, his voice quiet and somber.

“Tell me about it,” Reese said. “Now, do you mind?” He flicked his fingers at Finch, spattering his glasses with fine drops of water. Finch tried to look indignant as he withdrew, but the little smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth kind of ruined the effect. Turning his aching body back into the water, Reese smiled even through the pain. He could deal with this himself, but he was glad he didn’t have to.

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One Comment
  1. managerie76 permalink

    “Oh, please, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before,”

    Really? When have you seen Reese completely nude? Hmm?

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