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Katrina thanked him quietly as she slid out of the seat, lulled somewhat by the gentle motions of the car. She fell into stride alongside him as he lead the way from the car to the urgent care. Once inside she let him do the talking, uncharacteristically, making little comments only when prompted to give information so that he could fill out the forms for her.

The wait wasn't as long as she'd expected and, fortunately, the burns weren't nearly as bad as they could have been. The nurse didn't seem to quite buy the story about the hot water spill, but she didn't press it-- Katrina had insisted that they let Kian stay as they treated her anyways, making claims that she was too exhausted and aching so they couldn't try to talk her into saying anything different.

When it was over they went back out to the lobby, everything a blur beyond being exceedingly grateful that he had offered to take care of things. She finally tuned back in when she heard her name mentioned as the nurse handed over the discharge papers, head tilting to see if there was anything she'd need to listen to as well.

"Thank you." Her voice was soft and still mostly subdued as she tilted her head to watch him settle into the driver's seat. Her mind was reeling, mostly grateful that he had done all of this to make certain that she was alright, but also wary. Over the past few months she had isolated herself outside of work and training encounters and she'd gotten used to taking care of things on her own without anyone else.

"I can give you my address, if you're going to take me home."

"I don't live with my parents," she snapped, tone a bit harsher than she intended. There was a beat of silence as her lips pursed together before she continued, "I'm still on their insurance because I'm under the age of twenty-five, but I don't live with them anymore."

Her mother had kept her room ready for her whenever she decided to come back. She made a habit of bringing that up whenever they had lunch together-- once a month, that's what it seemed like. She hadn't met with her yet this month, though. That was going to cause problems, most likely with her father. An argument. Such a terrible daughter.

"I have my own place. It's small, but it's mine." It was also cluttered, sometimes cramped, photos on the walls, post-its and ideas everywhere. She hadn't had visitors in a while and trying to gather her thoughts had made her obsessive. "You don't have to look out for me, Kian."

No one has to look out for you, and I doubt that you need anyone doing so either. He was wrong, but she didn't tell him so. She was reckless and prone to putting her in situations where it helped to have connections and back up ready. She thrived off of those moments, and lately she had just been more careless about them.

Because no one cares.

Katrina closed her eyes as a car pulled up behind them, the wash of headlights flooding the car and making her wince away from the mirrors. It wasn't true and she knew it wasn't true, so she pushed the thought back to pick apart and mull over later.

"Thank you, Kian."

She took the bag with the medication from him with minimal fuss, heading to the kitchen first to get herself a bottle of water out of his refrigerator. She then made her way upstairs, finally wearing down to the point where she was starting to regret moving around, more than ready to trade in being conscious for deep sleep.

Once in the bedroom she sat down on the edge of the bed, setting the bag beside her and the water on the dresser. When she'd left her flat that night she hadn't been wearing her boots, at least, so it was easy enough to slide out of her flats. She then stood to slip out of her leggings, turning down the blankets to craw into the bed in her oversized shirt (something she slept in regularly anyways).

That just left taking the medicine-- bag at the opposite end of the bed, water bottle sitting on the night stand... It all seemed like effort.

"Not yet." She'd managed to reach for the bottle containing the pills and it was now sitting in her lap. In her hands was the bottle of water, cap still securely in place. She'd tried twisting it, but her fingers hurt... Alright. Maybe she hadn't tried too hard.

"Pills aren't really my thing. They slow you down... I like to keep moving." Katrina managed a light smirk, attempt to draw her playful nature back despite being so tired.

"I'm fine in this for now. It was clean when I put it on earlier-- Good thing about magically changing clothes, don't you think?" Katrina took the bottle with a thankful nod, popping the pills past her lips and washing them down.

"The tired isn't all from the fight. Maybe I just.... Need to slow down."