@inksofoblivion asked: ‘ are you really that sensitive? ‘ -from inksofoblivion- [ sweet & sour ]
It might have been partially her fault. The door was closed. Not locked. And they were technically in his space, so he was free to come and go without announcing himself. Alice imagined that the reason why she’d stepped away for the moment was clear: it was time to check on the injury at her side, apply more ointment and change the bandages. Maybe that was the point of him following several steps behind and joining her in the restroom so unceremoniously; seeing the progress of her case and witnessing the efficacy of her treatment.
She didn’t bother covering herself up. As doctors, they were both well familiar with the human form, and it’s not like she was naked, so she just kept going, removing the bandages. The impact had caused the skin to tear in some places, but they had closed well, only leaving behind a purple bruise. All in all, the healing was coming along nicely, her personal medication speeding up the process.
In the time it took her to locate the ointment jar in her bag, Law had apparently crossed the room to get a closer look and reached out to feel the area around the bruising. In her mind, she could reach the rational conclusion that he may have been checking the temperature, but suddenly feeling someone touching her when she wasn’t expecting it - especially him - sent a shiver down her spine, making her shudder.
Despite his remark being delivered in his usual flat tone of voice, part of her was still pretty convinced there was a teasing edge hiding just under the surface, which had her decidedly not looking at him and hoping she didn’t seem as flustered as she felt. “Maybe a heads up next time, Doctor Trafalgar.”