"Here, I got you Liz," Mom said, reaching for me. 

"No, I got her. You're fine," Andrew said. Mom looked to me and I nodded. 

"Well okay then, please, come in. I'll get the wheel chair," She said, holding the door open for us. We walked, well, stumbled in, and he set me down on a kitchen chair while Mom ran downstairs to fetch the chair. We were left alone, which gave me time to question him. 

"Ross? Really? How did you think of that that quick?" I asked. He chuckled. 

"It's my moms maiden name, and I don't know, it just came to me," He said. 

"Why did you lie?" I asked, already knowing the answer. I wanted to see what he said. 

"Surely you can't be serious. She probably wouldn't let me in your house, let alone help you in," He said in a serious tone. 

"Agreed. Hey, do you see that cabinet?" I said, motioning to the wooden cabinet across the room. "Open it and grab the biggest bandages you can find, also some gauze and wrap," I said. He nodded, walking over and opening it. After rummaging around, he finally came back with everything I needed. 

"This good?" He said. 

"Yeah, you're pretty good at finding things," I said with a laugh. 

"Why thank you my kind lady," He said in a buff British voice, making me laugh more. 

"Do I hear... Laughing?" Mom said as she appeared from the stairway. My face immediately sank. 

"No, did you get the chair?" I asked, changing the subject. 

"Uh, yeah. Here you go," She said, putting it down next to me. I used my upper body strength to push myself up and onto the chair with the help of Andrew. Once I was in, I propped up my leg and started to un-package the bandage.  

"I'll go make us some tea, you like tea don't you?" Mom said to Andrew with a smile. He smiled back. 

"Who doesn't like tea?" He said. 

I said "Me," at the same time Mom said "Lizabeth,". He looked at us in terror. 

"That was very creepy," he said. Mom laughed and went into the kitchen, leaving us again. The package was proving harder to open then I would've liked to think. It wouldn't come open, and my wound was hurting more and more by the second. The bandage has reducing pain cream stuff on it, if I could only open it! 

I got so frustrated that I threw the bandage across the room with a yell of anguish. I threw my head into my hands and focused on my breathing to calm me down.

"Lizabeth? Are you alright?" Mom said, rushing out of the kitchen.

"She's fine, Just a little frustrated. I got it, don't worry," Andrew said with a smile. Mom nodded, and went back into the kitchen. I watched him through my hands, going over and picked up the bandage. He swiftly opened it up, pulling it out. 

"Let me see your leg," He said. 

"I can do it," I said, reaching for it. He pulled it back.

"Let me see your leg," He repeated. 

"Just let me have it!" I said angrily. He shook his head. 

"No," He said, holding it away from me. 

"Come on! Just let me have it Andrew!" I said, now full of anger. 

"God dammit Lizabeth, just give me your leg!" He whisper-shouted. It took me off guard. I sighed and shifted towards him, setting my stump in front of him. "See, how hard was that," he said, putting the bandage on. It stung, but I wasn't paying attention to anything other then his baby blue eyes. They met mine, and we stared at each other. After a few seconds though, the pain in my leg took over, and I yelped out in pain. His curious eyes became worrisome.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked, inspecting the bandage.

"No!" I said. He looked at me. "It has bacterial cleaning stuff on it, it just burns a little. It'll go away soon," I said. "...could you wrap it? So it stays on?" I asked. He nodded, reaching for the wrap. With the steadiest and most gentle hands, he wrapped my leg with the gauze, not hurting or pulling too hard once. It was quite curious to watch. It was almost like a dog who wants to be your friend, but who's also a puppy who wants to bite you. He just bites gently, as if he's afraid to do something wrong.

"I know I'm handsome, but you can stop staring at me Lizzums," he said with a chuckle. I slapped his arm.

"Get over yourself, Ross," I said with a snicker.

"You better shush about that," he said, putting his finger up to his lips.

"Shush about what?" Mom asked coming into the room. It was then that I realized me and Andrew were very close to each other. We quickly separated as my mom laughed to herself. This was not going to be fun.