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"Come on, there, Sugar Ray Potter, let's see what we can do for your battle wounds."<br />
He hooked his finger through her belt loop and led her into the small bathroom off the<br />
kitchen. Closing the door behind him, he pushed her gently down so she was sitting on<br />
the tub. "Well, Ms. Potter," he prattled as he rummaged in the medicine cabinet, "I<br />
diagnose you with having accidentally hit your hand on an ugly drunk. For that, I<br />
prescribe . . . no, not peppermint foot lotion . . . no, not Alka-Seltzer either . . . ah, yes."<br />
He pulled out a Band-Aid and a tube of ointment. "Just what the doctor ordered." He<br />
handed her both items to hold, and pulled a washcloth from a small rod <strong>by</strong> the sink.<br />
"I can't believe I did that. One minute he's just giving me typical shit about my father,<br />
and the next minute I'm turning into some kind of a crusading vigilante." She shook her<br />
head. "What an idiot."<br />
"Hey, don't knock that girl. I used to be crazy about that girl." He ran hot water on the<br />
cloth and wrung it out.<br />
"What girl?"<br />
"Oh, you know." He walked over and knelt down in front of her. "Fifteen-year-old Joey.<br />
Un-new, un-improved, plain old Joey." He held the warm washcloth to her knuckles and<br />
slipped into a sort of wrestling-announcer growl. "Joey with a Y, and the Y stands for<br />
'why are you still in my face?'"<br />
She smiled. "I'm not sure I ever merited quite that description."<br />
"I seem to remember a football player who still has the imprint of a Capeside High<br />
School cafeteria tray on his forehead who might be inclined to disagree with you."<br />
"Right. Tomboy Joey, skinned knees and all."<br />
"It wasn't the fact that you hit him, Joey." He squeezed a little of the ointment onto his<br />
finger and rubbed it into her scraped knuckles. "Well, okay. It was partly the fact that<br />
you hit him. But more than that, it was the way you were. You just had something that<br />
other girls didn't have." Bandaging her finger, he remembered how he'd struggled with<br />
his finger on the day she left with Dawson. He looked up into her eyes, and gazed at her<br />
for just a minute unguarded. "God, you were something."<br />
She felt herself sinking into the blue of his eyes, and then felt her throat tighten. "When<br />
did I stop being something? When did I stop being anything?"<br />
Pacey watched transfixed as a tear hesitated on the inside of her eyelid. He had her<br />
right hand in both of his, and he slowly turned it over until her palm was turned up. He<br />
reached for the fingers of her left hand, and guided them to the inside of her wrist. "Do<br />
you feel that?"<br />
She felt the warm flutter of her pulse. "Yes."<br />
"It means you're still in there, Jo. One of these days, it's all going to come back to you."<br />
He brought her fingers to his lips and kissed them. "It's all going to come back to you,"