She cradles her injured arm with her left hand. Rick's finger tips send shivers through her body when he runs them up the sides of her thighs, under her gown. They latch onto the top of her pants and he slowly pulls them down, her bare body shielded from his eyes by the fabric but not from his hands. She wants to throw herself into the wall, slam her shoulder hard against something to make the pain erase the pleasure of his touch but she doesn't. His arm wraps around her waist while he helps her step out of her pants. With the utmost of care, he lifts her up...