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to help him stop the bleeding, not to have him sling his huge, bloody leg across her lap.  "Oh my god, this is disgusting."  She looked to him with a newfound hatred.
    Remy was not interested and not listening.  Instead, he was ripping to shreds the blazer that she'd just taken off.
    Violet forced herself to look away from the sight of her two thousand dollar suit being destroyed. It was far too painful. She’d already known using it to stop his bleeding would ruin it, but he seemed to be taking a little too much pleasure in—unnecessarily—ripping it to shreds.
    Remy frowned in pain as he rolled up the pants leg of his prison garb.  When the wound on his upper thigh was presented, they both cringed down at it.  It was an absolute mess.
    "You need a doctor." Violet stated the obvious, once again.
    "You're absolutely right. Unfortunately I'm a fugitive with a bullet in his leg and a loudmouth hostage.  You're going to have to do."  He handed her the blazer.  "You offered to stop the bleeding, I’m letting you.”
    Violet was already regretting her offer.  Perhaps she should just let the son of a bitch bleed to death.  She seriously considered this, but her thoughts came to a grinding halt when he pressed her torn blazer into her hand.
    “Tie this around my leg as tight as it will go. Take off your stockings and secure it with those.  If I scream, pay me no mind, just keep going."
    To both their surprises, Violet snatched the blazer and did as she was told with little argument.  With a sigh, she reached under her skirt and shimmied out of her nylons.
    Remy forced himself to look away while thinking about the distant promise of her hands on him.  Even if it was just to tend to his oozing wound, he ached for her touch so badly it was curling him inside out.  After months of fat, balding prison guards snatching at him, Violet’s dainty hand would surely be to his undoing.  He’d never been so ready to come undone.
    Watching him from under her eyes, Violet laid the nylons across the top of his leg, then she dabbed away the blood on the wound with her favorite blazer, cringing the whole time, until she could see it perfectly.
    "The bullet only grazed you, there's no entry hole."  It was a small lesion, but precise, and she knew it must hurt like hell.  She wrapped the blazer around the wound, as tightly as it would go.  Apart of her relished in his groans of intense pain, since she wasn't exactly his biggest fan at the moment, but another part of her hated it, because she hated knowing another human being was in pain.  She hated even more being the cause of it.  She finished the job quickly and efficiently, then looked up at him.  "There."
    Remy studied her work, nodded his approval, then rolled his pants leg back down while looking at her. "Thank you.  You did better than I thought you would."  He moved his leg off of her lap with a wince.
    "I have two tomboy sisters remember?  I know a thing or two about oozing, bloody wounds.  It'll be fine for now, but not long enough for you to do what you say you're going to do.  You're going to need disinfectants, antibiotics."
    "You see that small compartment next to your knee?”
    Taken aback by the change of subject, Violet looked toward her knee.  “I see it.”
    “Open it for me, will you?"
    She hesitated, then leaned over and opened it.  A few papers and a pair of shiny handcuffs gleamed up at them.  Violet stared down at the handcuffs in complete dismay.
    Remy smirked. "I thought so.  Cuff one of your wrists, please."
    Her head shot to him, making her thick hair fly, then frame her face. "Excuse me?”
    He closed his eyes, willing himself to be patient, then opened them. "Just do it.  The sooner you do what I say, the sooner we land and the sooner I let you go, so just do it."  He waited for her to cuff her left wrist, and when she had, he took the other cuff and closed it around his right.  He took the key out of the hole and slipped it in his