"I think you need to go to hospital, Mr. Thorne." Bobbie stated, gently probing the wound.

"No," Terry hissed between gritted teeth. "It will take too long. You’ve got all the gear here; and as you’re fondling my leg, I think it might be better if you call me Terry."

Bobbie blushed, took her hand away from Terry’s calf and looked up at him sheepishly. She saw what could only be described as a shit-eating grin on his face. How could he be so cheerful when he was obviously in so much pain?

"Well then…I think in return you should stop calling me Roberta and call me Bobbie."

"Deal."

"Honestly, Terry, the wound is deep. I really do advise a trip to Coffs."

"And bleed all over your car? I don’t think so."

"I can clean it and stitch it, but I don’t have any drugs for the pain."

"I guess I’ll have to bite the bullet then, I’ve done it before, Luv. Anyway…I trust you."

Bobbie smiled a little as she reached the only thing she already had in the surgery, some antiseptic wash. She soaked a swab and as softly as she could, began to wash round the wound. On hearing Terry gasp, she stopped and turned to him. Sweat soaked his forehead as he looked back at her.

"How bad, Terry?"

"Hurts like buggery, Luv, but don’t stop now."

Bobbie turned back to the wound, and began cleaning again. She could feel him tense up under her fingers, but as she continued, she noticed he was relaxing a little. She knew she would have to flush out the wound and check for any glass fragments, but before she began she turned to warn Terry. He lay perfectly still, out for the count.

"I’m so sorry, Terry," she said softly, "but it’s better for both of us this way. I can work a lot faster now I don’t need to worry about hurting you."

Turning back to the wound, she soon had it cleaned and sutured. She wrapped it up, using a bright pink bandage for a laugh, and went to make a hot drink.

Terry woke to the smell of coffee, groaned once and pushed himself to a sitting position. "That smells good, Bobbie."

"I’ll get you a mug. Try and keep still until I get back."

Taking the drink from her hand, he smiled. "How is it?"

"Pretty deep, but there was no glass in the wound. It was quite jagged, but I put extra stitches in to try and lessen the scarring."

"Thanks, but one more isn’t going to make much difference. What the…?" Terry had spotted the pink wrapping on his leg. Bobbie stifled a laugh before speaking.

"I’m so sorry, Terry. The other colours haven’t arrived yet, and it really did need more than a band-aid. Don’t worry, I’ll get you home before anyone sees you."

They both grinned at each other as they finished their coffee.

"Now, if you’d like to try and stand, we’ll get you out to the Ute and I’ll take you home."

Terry slowly lowered his feet to the floor and stood up. He felt a bit dizzy for a second, but found holding onto Bobbie was all he needed to shake it off. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, he allowed her to take some of his weight as she led him out to the car. Getting him comfortable in the passenger seat she turned back to the surgery.

"Two ticks, Terry. Just have to make sure the back is locked up." She went into the surgery and opened up another box. Grabbing some dressings, including a flesh coloured wrap, she headed back to the front.

Setting the alarm and locking the door, she jumped into the drivers seat and took off out of town towards Terry’s place. Neither of them noticed the twitching curtains above the corner shop…