[oom] Room Number 4

The house in the Bahamas is still lacking in a few things, so she'd come back to make a pick up.  She's ticking off a list in her head when she sees him in the hallway, wandering like he's looking for something.  His knuckles are bloody, his eye half swollen shut, and he has one hand curled around his mid section, holding broken ribs no doubt.  He's got a bottle of tequila in one hand, but it's still mostly full. 

She can't just let it be.  She can never just let it be.

She stops in the middle of the hall, weight cocked on one hip, her honey dark voice a playful drawl.

"Hey gorgeous."