QUOTE : Wringing out the washcloth, he touched it to the blood. She didn’t flinch. “Nasty scrape,” he said. He washed the area as gently as he could. “I can’t see it well.” “As I said.” He smiled and set about cleaning the injury. The only time she winced was when he applied the iodine. “Sorry,” he said. “The sting will ease in a moment.” He rose and stepped back. “I wouldn’t hurt you if I could help it,” he said.