Raylan Elisha Wilcox
Location: Kitchen.
“She's scared. Interesting.” Raylan said as he stood up and wiped his brow. “She blew up the cigarette… So she does more than just start fires. I see why Frank has taken such an interest in her.” Raylan stood up, wincing from his ribs. He lifted his shirt up and inspected the damage from the night before. It was worse than he thought, deep blues and purples seemed to cover his rib cage and stomach. At least his abs looked nice, that was a small bonus. He made to sure to take the bottle with him.
Raylan made his way to the kitchen. He made sure that he was alone before he took a wet rag and put it in the microwave. When it was nice and hot, Raylan lifted his shirt and applied to his ribs. He would repeat this as many times as it took to get his body to loosen up.
The point was to aid healing. No amount of ice was going to make it better quick enough. He just needed to loosen up enough to be able to move. It was an old trick he'd learned from his days living in an MMA gym. Cold is for when you're done, heat is to keep going.
He took a single swig from the bottle of whisky that was pulled from Sophie's room. It was a small one, only a pint. Yet that was enough to help him get through the day without seeming hurt. He put the bottle in one of his hiding places, just in case anyone showed up.