MeeeeEEEHEHEHEHEEEWE SO CUTE

They are the definition of middle school children))

Harlow sat shock-still as he laid his head against her shoulder, her flush growing just a little more. She risked a glance over her shoulder and decided to let him rest, for completely non-selfish reasons. Totally selfless reasoning. She slowed down by a little as she hit the dirt path, which was somewhat uneven but driveable.

HEHRHR))

The nap was short lived, but worth it. He was surprised his hand was still where he left it. He looked around, the sound of the engine died down as they slowed. He was happy they were going to go somewhere he wouldn't have to run. At least for a little while.

The dirt path took another twenty minutes and a few turns, but eventually they pulled up to a small cabin thoroughly stuck in the woods. She threw up the kickstand and turned the bike off, putting both duffels on the ground and watching him quietly. "You can go ahead and go in, if you like. It might be a bit dusty."

He was mostly aurprised by the duration of the ride. "Thats the longest driveway ever." He said as she got off. He slipped off, careful not to knock it over. He looked up at it. He looked up at her. "Alright." He walked up the the cabin, running a hand along the wall for a moment. He opened the door, it was unlocked, but stuck. He gently kicked the base of it. Then he threw the shoulder in and the door gave. He stepped in, it was dark, gloomy, covered in cobwebs. He took a breath, and immediately started coughing. "Holy shit, 'a bit dusty' my ass." He crabbed to himself, thinking about opening windows but he wasn't sure what exactly to touch.

Harlow smiled. "It's actually a long forgotten hiking trail, this cabin just happens to be off of it." She shrugged, cutting the bike off and wheeling it into what could only be described as a shed before she went inside, carrying both duffels with her. She coughed as she walked in, dropping the bags and fiddling with the light switch by the door. "It's not my fault I haven't been here in fifteen years." She huffed moodily, watching as the light flickered on. "Besides, dust can be cleaned pretty easily. Now come on, you have to get in the bath." She said bluntly, shutting the door, grabbing a bag, and taking his hand to lead him farther into the house.

He shrugged slightly, it seemed to be off-grid enough to be pretty untraceable. He looked around, it was bigger inside than it looked. He glanced up as she turned the light switch on, looking out a window. "15 years? You came her before you could drive? Naughty." He said playfully, ..and cautiously. He gave her a look as she took his hand. "That was- that was so demeaning I forgot how to take offense." He followed her deeper into the house, deciding it might take a minute to learn the layout when he was dizzy.

(dude is probably gonna sleep for two days-))

Understandable if he does))

"Oh, yeah. I was a hoodlum nine year old and this definitely wasn't my grandfather's cabin." Harlow scoffed, shooting him a halfheartedly teasing grin over her shoulder. "Well if you forgot how to take offense then it isn't a problem." She teased, leading him into a smaller sized bathroom with a combination bath-shower. "Take your shirt off and sit on the toilet." She said lightly, as if that were a completely normal request. She settled the duffel on the sink and started looking through it lightly.

He smiled over at her, quiet for a moment as they made their way into the bathroom. He stared at her for a moment. "..Yes ma'am." He sat down on the lid, kicking out his leg as he took the shirt off. He was covered in his own blood, it was miraculous he hadn't passed out by then. He looked over himself, shutting his eyes.

Harlow settled a first aid kit on the edge of the tub beside her, sitting down and grabbing a sterilizing alcohol wipe. She started quickly running it over all the cuts and scratches She could find. She worked quickly, pressing gauze to the deeper wounds and then wrapping them, leaving those that would need stitches open for the moment. Otherwise, she bandaged his cuts with a clean white bandage roll and tied it off.

((How many cuts should need stitches? And should the one on his eye need them?))