“S’not your fight...I’m sure he woulda mercy killed me if I was still there. But I’d’ve come back a day later. It’s not the first time. Won’t be the last. Not somethin’ y’need to be worried about. Neither of y’need to worry bout me. I’m fine, I’m- I’m thankful for y’doin’ this, but look y’Uncle ain’t gonna like you fixin’ me up.”
He’s weakly protesting the whole time she’s patching him up, shaking his head and sighing, “I feel brand new already, I’m alright. Thanks.” He’s keeping his lower right arm nestled to himself, flinching whenever he has to move it so that she can bandage a wound, the wrist clearly broken, “Heh, musta gotten stepped on. It’ll heal.”
Valeria only registered it out of the corner of her eye, even though Angel was still protesting, she just got up and went to get something to immobilize, his wrist. When she came back she sat down next to him. "If it grows badly, it will hurt with every movement, so let me take care of it," she said softly, "it will hurt for a while .." she adjusted and then immobilized his wrist.
"Maybe so ... it might be normal for you, not me ... to treat anyone like that ..." her hand stopped.
"Valentino may not like it, but I think it's right .." she sighed softly, she cut the last bandage "I'm done ... save that hand too," she said, putting everything back in the medicine cabinet.
"Are you hungry? Maybe you want to drink something?"