Coffee

As Misty’s comment hits Carson’s ears, he turns to her with a look of distaste and is about to say something, but resists, instead, simply pointing her to the bathroom. Heading to the kitchen, Jaz follows to put on a pot of coffee. Her back turned while Carson changes, she questions him. “So what kind of scrape is it this time?”

“Broke jail.”

Jez’s eyes widen slightly and she turns around. “You’re kidding me.”

“Nope.”

“With that girl?”

Carson sighs. “Yes. She’s the one that got me out.”

Jez quirks an eyebrow. “Been a long time, Carson.”

He pulls off his shirt and winces, looking down to see the bruises around his ribs.

Jaz cringes. “Nice. What did you do, get hit by a truck?”

“Just about.”

Jez sighs and shakes her head. Grabbing a washcloth, she gets it wet, then goes to Carson, reaching up to wipe several of the cuts on his face. “There was a time when you’d enjoy this.”

“The only thing that I’ll enjoy right now is getting out of here without you or us getting caught.” He reaches up to take her wrist and lower her hand. “I don’t want you to get involved in this.”

Jez catches his eye. “I won’t.” After a moment, she turns to go to a cabinet to retrieve some iodine, ointment and bandages. “May I?”

Carson shakes his head. “Not unless you want to insult the doctor.”

“Doctor, eh?” Jaz looks up as Misty enters the kitchen. She gives her a light smile. “You better get this man cleaned up before someone thinks he was the victim of a hit and run. Coffee?”