Clint thought Summer looked somewhat cute with her cheek puffed out but he didn’t day say it aloud. He wasn’t willing to receive another glare anytime soon.
“You’ll be home soon.” He holds you and brushes your hair as you lean on him. “Are you thirsty, can you drink?” the hawk asks little concerned and reaches for the juice bottle and straw from the back seat afterwards.
Summer took the bottle, but lifted the straw out. She held the little page of care instructions to Clint, sipping carefully. It would be really embarrassing to drool right now. One of the top lines on the page read, “No suction (straws, etc.) for 48 hours”. Putting the juice bottle down, she gingerly prodded at the numb area, feeling for the place where the numbness stopped. The skin tingled under her fingertips. Every swallow felt strange.
Reaching out, she patted the steering wheel, meaning that he should drive, and then patted his hand, trying to smile. She would be fine, but she wanted to be home.
Clint takes the instructions from you and looks through them. He smiles apologetically at you. “Sorry , I didn’t know, just thought you might want to drink something.”
He looks after you for moment longer and turns to start the car when you pat the wheel as a sign to get moving. “Let’s get going now ,so that we actually get you home today. Just tell me if there’s anything I can do when we get there.” After saying that he concentrates on driving safely back home. He’s not speeding but tries to get there fast.
She makes a sound that is supposed to mean assent, and leans her head back against the headrest, trying to keep her hands away from her mouth. It’s hard, because the lack of feeling feels so strange. Of course, the painkiller they gave her before she left might also have something to do with that — it’s hard to tell. She feels drifty.