"Ow! Careful." I growl, loudly, as Miley applies alcohol to my shoulder wound. I wince as the alcohol sinks, deeply, into my arm. She is looking at my face, and I'm trying to ignore her. I am beginning to like her, but I don't want to pressure her into anything. Her finger finds it's way to my chin, turning my head towards her.

"What?" I ask, needing an explanation. Was she flirting?

"That was so brave, Kale, what you did." she coots, moving her finger back an forth. I look away from her. I can't do what she had been expecting me to do all this time. I get up, taking the towel from her hand.

"Its ok, I'll finish it." I say, gently.

"Kale, wait. Whats wrong?" she asks.

"I can't like you."

"Why?"

"Because thats what you expect me to do, and you hated the idea before of ever being with me. So, don't do me any favors." I say, expecting her to leave. She shakes her head.

"That's not true, Kale. I was hurt before, and I had to trust you first." she admits.

"You trust me now?" I point.

"Yes." she pleads, walking up to me and touching my chest. Her fingers spiral up to my shoulders, and I close my eyes. Until she accidently tounches the cut in my shoulder. I gasp, losing my balance. We fall down together and laugh together.

"What?" I ask, surprised she was laughing. She pokes my arm.

"You're weak. I like you, Kale, please don't push me away?" she says, needing me. I wrap my arms around her as I manage to get up. We walk to the bed, and I lay down, with her beside me.

"So what? You like me now?" I ask, in shock.

"Honestly? I had a crush when we met." she admits. I blush.

"Well, I like you too, and I began when you were tending my shoulder." I admit as she begins massaging my arm. I close my eyes and fall asleep.