one final score.

        '  oh, come on ! you sound like peter  ------  no , WORSE than peter ! look , i can get it done so quickly, the kid won't even realize i'm getting the information !  '

        typically even the sight of blood would turn neal's head , the idea of it against his own hands whenever it wasn't his own was enough to cause nausea to wash over his stomach , but this was different. this was JESSICA. and he promised he would always be there , and now he realized that meant even if she was bleeding out on his couch.  a sigh slips past soft lips as he places another towel over her side  (  june would most definitely scold him for ruining her towels later  )  focused eyes looking up from the liquid to the woman's eyes , heart pausing in his chest for a moment , a flash second thought of never seeing her again caused pain to erupt , causing eyes to divert back to his couch , his body moving to being on knees , to the side of his hip , head shaking to her words.    '  nothing serious my ass , jess.  you owe june new towels.  '    he wanted to say ,      and me a new couch  ,     a way to lighten the mood , but for once , he was too serious to make any joke.