It was getting late, and Mattie gave no protest at seeing Morrighan nor being morphed and teleported by her. She wasn't glad to be back in the motel, not by any stretch of the imagination, but it was a relief after all the stress and the discovering of new knowledge. Still, she felt as if it were only the tip of the iceberg, like only a tiny amount had made it to her on accident and there was a vast world of supermutant...stuff... waiting to be known.
She could almost feel the pain that Nicholas must have been in. The sound of his voice was grating, not in itself, but because she didn't want him to speak in his condition. She didn't want his thanks; she wanted his recovery. She pushed him gently into the bed he'd laid in before.
Jacob mentioned the idea of taking him to the hospital and it sent Mattie reeling.
"We can't fucking do that! We'd have to bribe the medical staff and even then they could still lose their shit over the fact that he's got wings!" Clearly the idea made her panicked because, well, Nick did need medical attention and there were no professionals here. She made an effort to calm down a little.
"Listen. I can...I can clean him off," she said, hesitantly and with a tinge of red starting to color her cheeks. "And I'll just, borrow that alcohol of yours. Yeah. And any gauze or bandages too."
