Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Oliver couldn't help but chuckle at the adorably flustered look on her face. "I'll turn around, and you can rinse me off."

With his back to her, Oliver heard the splash of water as Josefina, in a panic, doused his back with cool water. Thankfully, it was summer, so it wasn't unbearably cold. The water ran for a while, but Oliver's shir was a lost cause, stained with sulfuric acid.

Once he was rinsed clean, Josefina helped him into her car and pulled out a first aid kit she kept for emergencies. She sterilized a scalpel as Oliver's shirt was ripped open and tossed aside. Popping a pill into his mouth, she said, "Bear with me. I don't have anesthetics on hand."

"I trust you," Oliver said with a pained smile.

Ignoring his comment, Josefina meticulously removed the dead tissue, poured medicine on the wound, and wrapped it up. Oliver bit back the pain, feeling each one of Josefina's careful movements as he lay across the table in silence.

Helping him to his feet, Josefina's voice was laced with urgency, "I'm taking you to the hospital for a proper check-up."

eyes,

with his men

call. Relieved it wasn't Josefina who was hurt, Percy sighed when he saw Oliver's condition. Due to the acid spill, Oliver's back injury was serious enough to require an IV drip and a

the admission formalities, brought Oliver a change of clothes, and

to see George laden

IV in his arm, Oliver glanced over.

a beat, not expecting Oliver to be thinking of her. She stood up. "George, perfect timing. Stay with Oliver. I need

let me die young - I haven't even

police station. Camden and Jaxon