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   ”You have to be quiet,” she warned him, but still without hesitation opened the window and pulled his body up and into her room as quietly as she could. “I can’t believe you fell from the window ledge, Logan. You could have broke your leg, dummy. You’d think after all the times you’ve climbed up here you’d have it down by now,” Marissa tutted playfully as she took his hand and led him into the bathroom, immediately going to the cupboard just above the sink to retrieve the first aid kit she had in there just incase, “It was just the cut on your leg, right? The question was more rhetorical, because before he could answer she was already pulling up his pants leg to find the cut. It didn’t take her long to come across it, so she knelt down onto her knees until she was eye level and began to clean it with neosporin. “Might sting a little, it’ll go away soon,” the girl soothed just before she wrapped the now clean cut up with a bandage, then pressing a kiss to his leg just above where the wound was. “There, all better. Maybe I should reconsider my major. By the looks of that excellently wrapped gash, I’d say something in the medical profession, don’t you think?”