"Ah~ It hurts..."
Diana groaned as Wren pressed ice wrapped in a towel against her sprain with the cold making her wince.
They were inside one of the beach shacks… specifically one of the women's changing facilities.
The building had several private rooms for changing, and Wren had carried Diana into one of them to treat her ankle away from prying eyes.
He glanced at his phone screen sitting on the small desk. 7:10 PM. The ship would be departing at 8:00 PM sharp, which meant they needed to leave soon.
Nobody would be crazy enough to run to the ship in the last five minutes before departure unless they actively wanted to be left behind on the island.
As of right now, they were completely alone in this room. Wren pressed the iced towel properly against Diana's swollen ankle, adjusting the pressure.
He dabbed the ice around the injury expertly, moving in small circles to cover the entire swollen area.
His movements were practiced like he knew exactly what he was doing.
