She chased him, passing him a little so she wouldn't see his back. "I guess" she managed. "It looks gross though..." Abby went and grabbed a at and one warm water. She already had it rung out and ready because she had decided to run before he could get to the house.

Ryker ducked his head slightly, his shoulders hunched and his eyes convening he was in pain. Again. "Sorry." He mumbled quietly, getting to the house and going to the kitchen since it had a hard floor that was easily cleaned.

"It's partially your fault. Don't apologize though. " Abby gently patted away the blood with the rag. She kept the gags down for a while until she could actually see the wound itself. "Oh that's rough looking"

Ryker winced slightly, his muscles tensing under his skin as pain shot across his back. "How can you say it's my fault then tell me not to apologize?" He asked with a small huff, grimacing at her words. "It'll be fine. Just dump some hydrogen peroxide on it and call it disinfected." He mumbled.

"I never said it was your fault!" She shot back "I said it was PARTIALLY your fault. You didn't stab yourself in the back. Someone else did. But don't apologize. " she shook her head as she got up to get the peroxide. "I don't know how you haven't died because of infection. " after grabbing the bottle and walking back over, she kneeled down behind him and poured some of the peroxide over his wound. The rag that she held under the cut helped collect the extra blood and peroxide that slid down his back.

Ryker let his shoulders sag slightly. "Yeah, I haven't managed to stab myself in the back yet." He snorted, creasing his eyebrows slightly. "Because as a kid I got hurt and ran around with open wounds getting dirt in them and everything and maybe washing them out with dirty water in a stream- therefore my immune system is top notch." He answered drily, tensing and clenching his teeth together as the cold liquid stung each and every wound on his back.

Abby out her hands on his shoulders. "Ouch" she said lightly "how could you do that as a kid?" She shook her head

Ryker glanced back. "It wasn't like I had anything else to do. When I got hurt I took care of it myself. If I went back to my parents they would get angry at me for bothering them and at best I'd probably get smacked, and at worst whipped, sooo that's not really helpful. Plus I didn't end up dying from infection and now my immune system is through the roof awesome, so good did come of it." He answered, twisting around to face her. "I'm going to find out who this was, but I know for sure it wasn't those men. They may be cowardly enough to attack from behind but their blows would've been much stronger. It was either a very small weak male or a female. So I have a small guess, and if my guess is correct we aren't in any danger at all." He explained the best he could what he had figured out.

"Small weak male or female... what if it's Adelle..?" Abby stared at Ryker. "What if she's out to attack you. You said she was trying to break our marriage "

Ryker winced as Abby said the name. Ohhh how he hated that name. It sent chills through his spine. "Break our marriage so she can try to take over your role, not murder the person she's obsessed with." He rolled his eyes before leaning back with a slight groan and stare at the ceiling. "I'll go talk to her. She'll stop or get arrested, and I think stopping would be smarter, and although I'm at the point where I wouldn't want to call her an idiot because that would be an insult to all the idiots out there, she's not the most moronic person ever. She wouldn't want to get arrested." He said quietly, still staring at the ceiling, a worried look plastered across his face.