"Neither of us has ever been stabbed before," Annie pointed out, glancing worriedly down at his wound.

It looked fine. Burned, and he'd have a hell of a scar, and she would absolutely dress it for him. But maybe later. Before she fell asleep, for sure.

"What if I hurt you?" This really was a big flashback to when she'd had to cauterize his arm, but at least Annie's worries were a little more legitimate this time.