She eyed his chest "you can't be fine. My wounds are nothing compared to yours!" Abby didn't dare touch him. She didn't want to hurt him. She wiped at her tears. "They scared me, Ryker. Why? Why would anyone want to take someone like that?" She sniffled

Ryker let his shoulders slump slightly. "There's always a price to pay in a fight." He answered simply. "I don't know. I don't know why they would do that. But you're safe now." He said quietly, putting an arm around her shoulders. "I ain't fragile. I'll be fine, I promise."

"I'm not fragile either!" She protested as she started walking. She stuck up her nose. "I'm fine too then"

"I know you're not fragile, but you aren't completely fine either. I said I WILL BE fine. And you WILL BE fine." Ryker snorted slightly, walking until their house came in view, his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he tried to not convey how much it actually hurt. He opened the door for her and walked in, grabbing a first aid kit and going over to her. "Your hands first"

She gave a weak smile when he let her through first "thank you" she stopped. "No. You first" she crossed her arms over her chest. "No"

Ryker narrowed his eyes slightly. "You. First." He wanted to cross his own arms, but it would hurt. He stood and sprayed a bit of water over a paper towel before walking back over.

"Fine" she groaned, holding out her hands. She closed her eyes as she flipped them over. She did NOT want to see her hands. It would just make it worse.

Ryker took her hands and gently wiped all the dirt, grime, stick chunks and other things off of them to reveal the cuts weren't to terribly big. He then wiped it off with hydrogen peroxide and did all the normal things. "There. Wasn't so bad, was it." He smiled slightly before standing to wash off the wash cloth he had used, and look down at his torn shirt. "Noooo! This is one of my favorite shirts!" Ryker exclaimed, making a face as he peeled the bloody fabric off. "Darn it all..." He mumbled before surveying the wound. It wasn't HORRIBLE... just one long, rather deep cut that went almost all the way across his chest in a horizontal line.

Abby winced and softly stomped her feet against the floor "ouch!" She gritted her teeth "yeah. Not too bad..." she watched him remove his shirt as she patted her hands with her fingers. "Why do they hurt so much if it's barely broken skin?" She looked back up at him. "Oooh geeeez" she stood and put the back of her hand on his shoulder. "Are you sure you're ok?"

Ryker glanced at Abby. "Hands are sensitive. They have more nerves than anywhere else in our body in the same amount of space, so that we can feel when he touch stuff. The amount of receptors is crazy. That's why it hurts so bad." He smiled a little before glancing back at his filleted chest. "Yeaaahhhh. I may not be 100% dandy right now, but I will be soon." He answered with a slightly pained smile, wiping off the blood around the deep wound with a wince.