Morgan smiled back at him, and went to run her fingers softly through his hair after a moment or two. "You're so handsome, you know that?" She asked him gently after a moment, leaning in to peck his cheek as she went to get up and ready. "You showering their morning?" She asked softly.

"Yeah.....Would you join me?" He asked quietly, standing

Morgan raised a brow at him but gave a quiet not. "Yeah, sure," she murmured softly after a moment or two, hopping out of bed and offering him her hands.

He took her hands, gritting his teeth as he stood and walked with her to the bathroom.

Morgan fussed over him as he wandered into the bathroom, her brows pinched together as she tried to keep him comfortable. After a moment of thought, she turned the bath on, deciding it would be better for him to sit. It meant she didn't need to get in there with him, too. She helped him take his shirt and the rest off, gently peeling it away from his wounds. They'd have to dress them again, anyway.

Caleb winced as a few wounds were peeled back open from drying to the shirt. He grit his teeth and climbed into the bath, the warm water lapping t his wounds. As he moved, he could see the severity of them in the mirror and he looked horrifying to say the least. A cut here, a stab here, stitches here. He sighed and sat down in the bath, feeling the water touch his tender wounds and make him stifle another wince

Morgan sighed softly at his wincing, hating seeing him in pain like this. She helped him into the bath, still fussing over him as she perched on the edge of the bath, running her fingers softly through his hair and pouring little handfuls of water into his hair. She leaned into peck his forehead softly, just sort of looking him over. "You'll heal up soon enough," she promised hun gently.

"I know...Like I said, isn't the first time this has happened. First time I actually had people care afterwards, though." He muttered, musing about the past times he had fought his parents. One of the worst times that Caleb would never tell Morgan unless necassary was when both his mother and father got involved and he barely lived without medical attention

Morgan nodded softly to him, gently drawing her hand away from him as she went to grab some shampoo. "Well, we all care. We love you, and we're gonna help you out of this," she promised him. She poured the shampoo into her hand before gently massaging it into his hair. "I hate that this is happening to you," she murmured quietly to him.

"I know you do, but there's nothing we can do right this moment..." He said, voice trailing off in thought. He didn't want to read her mind in fear of the concern and guilt he would feel doing so