"Come on." I stand carefully and offer him my hand. "Bedroom. You need rest."
"I'm fine."
"You're bleeding through your bandages." I point to the red seeping through the white gauze. "Bedroom. Now."
He lets me help him up, which tells me just how much pain he's in. Tony doesn't take help from anyone unless he has no other option.
We move up the stairs gingerly. Every step makes him flinch, though he tries to hide it. In the bedroom, it takes me a little effort to help him lie down there. I turn him half-reclined using pillows.
The medical supplies Dr. Zhang has left behind are my charge. I pull the desk chair close, start carefully peeling back the blood-soaked bandages.
The wound was beginning to look inflamed. Stitches hold torn flesh together. Evidence of how close I came to losing him.
My hands begin to shake again.
"Katherine." Tony's hand covered mine. "I'm okay."
"You got shot." My voice breaks. "He was aiming at me and you just–you moved–"
