Emma:
I'm glad it stopped bleeding. You don't need stitches. We have to disinfect it though.
Simon:
You really are an angel.
Emma:
Mmm hmm.
[soaking cotton ball in rubbing alcohol and approaching the cut with it]
Emma:
It's gonna hurt.
Simon:
AHH!
[surprising Emma, laughing]
Simon:
Ha ha...! sorry...
[serious, realizing it wasn't funny]
Simon:
I'm sorry... Are you alright?
Emma:
Yeah...
Simon:
I-I should go.
Emma:
No... take off your pants.
Simon:
[beat]
Pardon?
Emma:
[embarassed]
I mean your sweater. There's blood on it. I'll wash it.
Simon:
Very domestic. There's blood on your blouse as well. I'll wash it.
[unbuttons her blouse, revealing her hidden cold fusion notes. He tries to remove them, but she doesn't let him]
Simon:
Do you have any wine?
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