A whisper was never really hidden from Marcelo. He heard it and glanced over. He pressed lips together and shook his head. An easy guess what had happened.

He grabbed the waste bin and brought it over. He set it gently down.

He put a hand under her hurt one. "Come on. We'll get that washed, treated, and bandaged."

All without him in a nurse's uniform. Mostly because hers wouldn't fit his body.