KANE
She shifted carefully, avoiding the glass as she moved toward the small cabinet along the wall.
"Where's your first aid kit?"
Kane dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly. "Last drawer."
She found it quickly, pulling it open and grabbing the kit, returning to him with quiet focus.
He watched her the entire time.
Every movement.
Every small expression.
She knelt in front of him, opening the box, her fingers moving with surprising confidence.
"You do this a lot?" he asked roughly.
She glanced up briefly, a small smile tugging at her lips.