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oom: room 25

[after this]

Bar takes care of the pile of wet clothes (his duster, jacket, hat, and gloves) for him with a note saying she'd have them laundered, but Doc slings his scarf over his shoulder before he and Miss Katherine head for the stairwell.

He's more focused on not tripping his way up the stairs, even with her arm around his middle, to try and talk much. Thankfully, his door's unlocked, and since he was going away for a spell (even with Bar saying it would be quick) his room is spotless. The desk is neat and organized, the bed made, his laundry done and in the drawers, and the shades half-shut.

"I appreciate this," he says, needlessly.

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Doc's eyes are on hers, with an even, calm gaze.

(Anyone else, he might tell them to not even dare to ask.)

"Bullet did a lot of damage goin' straight through like it did," he murmurs. "By the time I got 'round to settin' the bones back in place, keepin' it wrapped the best I could...damn thing bled for days. Damage was done, they healed back the best they could."

Her return gaze is just as even, just as calm.

She nods, the action somewhat stronger this time, and slowly lifts his hand to her face.

She doesn't break eye contact as her lips fall to the scar. She kisses it tenderly once, twice, three times, fingers still exploring the mis-set bones and tight bits of muscle.

"Jim Masterson didn't give you any trouble?" she asks, voice muffled behind his palm.

"No ma'am," he replies, his eyes on her as she kisses his hand and her fingers trail over his skin. "Not a lick."

Doc pulls in a quiet breath and then exhales, slow and easy.

"Fingers work just fine. Can't quite make a fist, some days, but ain't like I'm a pugilist like Charlie is," he says, before he closes his eyes. "Was."

"Good," she says in reply to his first statement, slowly lowering his hand and reaching for his other.

She would have asked more about his encounter with Deputy Marshal Masterson, had not his final words made her flinch.

"You do a lot of fightin' with Charlie?" she asks softly, lightly, hoping to draw the conversation around to some good memories.

Or, at least some funny ones.

"Yeah. Well...he did most'a the fightin', really. I was never much of a fighter, usually jus'kept an eye on things when John was in town. I'd go into town with him, while the other boys stayed back, ran the ranch."

Doc smiles slightly and rests his head against the edge of the tub, eyes still closed.

"They'd always be gettin' into scuffles an' scraps, while we was gone," he says.

She chuckles softly, repeating the slow, gentle action of her fingers on his right hand, taking her time to massage and warm each finger, each muscle.

"Y'only do your fightin' in bars, with men of Sherwood?" she teases gently.

Doc laughs at that.

"I been in my share of scraps, before," he tells her. "Billy an' I got into a real good one, once, 'while back. But Mr. Tunstall, he didn't stand for us fightin' with each other."

She tilts her head to the side, a wry little smile on her face as she peers at him.

She lets his hand go, and settles again on the edge of the tub, her arm covering his left arm.

"Sure wish I'd been able to meet him," she murmurs. "Sounds like he was a real good man."

"He's the reason I love poetry so much, y'know? I was always well read, had t'be to make it through Tulane, but...wasn't 'til John hired me that I found out there was more to books than jus' studyin'. You would have liked him."

A pause.

"He would have liked you."

The mun isn't sure how, but Katherine manages to beam at him softly.

"I hope so," she whispers.

There's a pause between them while she watches his body, noting that his shivering has lessened a good deal in the past half hour or so.

"You 'bout ready to get out of that water, Cowboy?"

"I think so," he says, with a slight nod of his head, before he looks at her.

Doc glances at the towels.

"Did...Bar give you some clothes?"

She glances back at him as she stands, a blush rising to her cheeks even as she laughs at the question.

"She did," Katherine nods, unfolding one of the fluffy towels. Somehow, it still feels warm.

She turns her head away as she presents the towel to him. "Let me help you out, and then I'll go grab them for you."

He hesitates a brief second, before he clears his throat.

"Alright."

Once he's sure that she's going to keep her head turned, he carefully hauls himself out of the tub, steps out, and then steps closer to her, his stomach hitting that towel before he reaches for it with this hands.

"Hang on t'my shoulders, will y'darlin', feel like I might fall," he murmurs.

(AS IF SHE WOULD LOOK.)

"I got you," she murmurs, reaching out for him. She keeps her head tilted up toward his face, that gentle blush still at her cheeks.

She doesn't mind the way her sleeves stick to his wet skin.

"C'mon," she encourages, helping him move out of the bathroom. She had set a chair near the door, where she has him sit while she ducks back into the bathroom for more towels.

(WELL DOC MIGHT IF HE WAS HELPING HER OUT OF THE TUB)

Doc ties the towel (which is extra large and fluffy) tightly around his waist before he walks out of the bathroom and has a seat on the chair, eyes looking down at his toes as he wriggles them slightly, skin red from the heat of the water.

"Least I didn't git frostbit," he calls quietly, over his shoulder.

"Thank the good lord for that," she agrees, as she tosses one of the towels over his head. She smirks at him from under the terrycloth edge.

"Heat escapes from your head, so you keep that towel there 'til I say so, y'hear me?" she threatens, but her voice is gentle and sweet as she does so.

As she looks over her shoulder for the clothes she had left on the dresser, she notices that someone has brought up a tray of food and that hot toddy, both of which are still steaming. There are extra blankets at the foot of Doc's bed, and if Katherine isn't mistaken, the whole thing has been remade with flannel sheets.

Bless Bar's heart.

She picks up the hot, spiked tea, and places it in Doc's hands. "Take a couple lungfuls of the steam off'a that," she suggests, unfolding a clean towel and working it over his shoulders.

Doc does as she says, cradling the hot cup of tea in his hands and inhaling deeply, letting the ~~vaporized alcohol~~ steam heat up his nose and mouth before he has a few good drinks off the tea.

It's hot, but not that hot.

The towel working over his shoulders feels excellent, for his still-cold skin.

He sniffles a little more, and drinks more tea.

It will also make him sweat like crazy, once he's sipped enough of it, but that's okay. It'll work the impurities out of his system.

She carefully dries his entire torso, moving from his back to his chest, down one arm and then the other. She obviously doesn't touch the towel at his hips, letting him take care of that when the time comes.

She goes to the dresser when she's done and retrieves the stack of clothes. The towel at his head gets worked through his hair a time or two before she removes it and pulls the thermal gently over his head, helping him thread his arms through the sleeves one at a time.

"I'll leave you to the rest, okay baby?" she murmurs, pressing her lips to his forehead. She doesn't like how clammy his skin feels, but there's not much she can do for that.

"Thanks."

Doc tips his head up and smiles at her, once he's finished the tea.

"Y'think you could do me a favor, swing down by the bar and check t'see if I've got any mail, while you're grabbin' dinner for yourself, an' bring it back up?"

This will give him time to change completely - while getting her out of the room so he can do so - as well as get her to rejoin him in the room after that.

"I--of course," she nods, taking the empty mug from him. "Y'got some dinner here, chicken and dumplings and some good warm bread. I'll move it to the coffee table by the couch, if y'think you'll be all right to move around on your own?"

She knows he'll say yes, but she also knows his body is awful stiff still.

"Y'want me to bring you some water, or another tea, when I come back up?"

"Think I can manage t'git myself to the couch alright. If not, I'll just git dressed an'wait for you to get back up here," he offers, as a compromise. "So's I don't go fallin' down on my ass."

A thought.

"Some water would be nice, actually. Ain't had a good glass of it in days."

"Deal," she chuckles, tenderly cupping his face with one hand before straightening up. "Could do to trim your beard, soon."

She moves his meal to the coffee table and heads for the door, glancing over her shoulder before she goes. Just to make sure he'll be okay.

Bar has no mail for him, and Katherine doesn't eat much. Just an apple, cut into quarters and served with sharp cheese. She's antsy about leaving him alone too long.

Bar gives her a tall glass of water, even adding some ice and a lemon wedge. Katherine heads back upstairs, rapping on his door to make sure he's had enough time to dress before entering.

Doc's changed, dressed in the long johns, pants, and wool socks, and he's already started on the meal when she raps on the door. "S'open!"

The door is unlocked, and he's sitting on the couch (with one of the throw blankets over his shoulders, his hair combed back and actually looking somewhat respectable, since he took an actual comb through it) and he looks up at her when she enters.

She'll be proud of him for eating, and having the blanket.

"I managed alright," he says, as he has another bite of the food.

She is indeed proud, as evidenced by the smile on her face as she moves towards him. The water gets set near his plate, and she gets set next to him on that couch, a hand rubbing up and down his back to give him some warmth.

"So you did," she says.

"Bar didn't have any mail for you. How's the dinner sittin'?"

He leans into her touch a bit.

"Sittin' just fine, actually. S'been a few days since I had a proper meal," he admits. "Not that I've been starvin' myself or nothin'," he adds, before she can chide him ~~too much~~ for not eating.

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