After Dotty had changed into her new clothes, she exited the tent and joined the lads who were sat around going over the script. Sitting beside Tom she rested her chin on his shoulder and read over his shoulder. Peering to the side, Tom caught Dotty's eye and laughed as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "I have to go and do some work, I'll see you guys later." She said letting go of Tom and ruffling his damp hair.  Flicking the hair that now covered his eyes, Tom waved her goodbye before jumping in front of Fionn and wiggling his eyebrows. 

"What are you doing?" Fionn questioned backing away slightly. 

"You and dear ole' Dorothy are getting comfy." The blonde told him. 

"I could say the same thing about you."

Tom guffawed, "Please, we're just best friends. Whereas you two on the other hand..."

"Are just friends." 

Harry groaned and put his head in his hands, "This so uncomfortable. Fionn do you fancy Dotty?"

"No."

"There we go. Finally. End of subject." Harry concluded even though he believes Fionn was lying to himself as well as everyone else.

Tom patted him on the back, "Good because otherwise, as her best friend, I'd have to kill you." He jested, Fionn joining him in laughing. 

* * *

Why was it that Dotty was always tripping over something and/or hurting herself? Her foot had got caught in the strap of a life jacket and sent her tumbling to the ground, her head knocking on a rock that was on the sand. It didn't seem that major and didn't seem as if it was bleeding, so Dotty got straight back up and continued working, making sure she had hold of all of the straps. 

Sighing, she dumped the jackets into the basket. losing the lid she yelped in pain lifting it open once more to free her baby finger. Cradling her bruising finger she hissed in pain letting out all of the profanities she could think of. Thankfully there was a first-aid kit near her. She took out a bandaged and wrapped it around her finger, taping it to her ring finger like she was taught when doing the first aid badge in scouts. 

Once her day at work was over she made sure to go straight back to the hotel to find the guys waiting outside of their hotel room. "What on earth are you doing?" She asked them. 

"Waiting for you," Cillian told her. 

"Okay? Thanks?" The group entered the room lounging around living room area. "I'm so thankful there was a place to wash on set, otherwise I'd still stink of the sea." 

"I am glad you don't because you reaked!" Barry stated ad she flipped him off. 

"We're going out to dinner tonight, are you coming?" Asked Aneurin towards Dotty. 

She nodded, "Sure," Just as Jack sat down beside her and put his arm on the back of the sofa. 

Jack stared curiously at the girl, his head tilting to the side as he pondered. "Did you always have that streak of red in your hair?" He asked her, "Right near the front. I've never noticed it, did you guys?"

Fionn looked at her hair closer, "You didn't have that this morning." He picked at her hair moving the strands out of the way and examining her head. "Dotty, you've been bleeding!"

She groaned, "It wasn't bleeding when I hit it! I checked." 

"What do you mean you hit it? When did you hit your head and on what?" Jack asked as Fionn took her room key off of her to go and retrieve her first aid kit from her room. 

"I tripped on a life jacket strap and hit it on a rock, I am fine. It stings a little but that's all." 

Fionn returned with the first aid kit and rifled through it finding a plaster, some antiseptic cream and cotton wool balls to clean it with. He used some water to dab on the cotton before tilting Dotty's head back and dabbing it onto the cut which had blood dried on it. She hissed as it stung and was attempted to push Fionn away. She watched as his concentration face had returned and he swapped the damp cotton for some cream on his finger which he carefully applied placing a plaster over the top. "All done-what the hell did you do to your finger?"

"Another injury?!" Cried Tom, "How has this happened we weren't with you for two hours!"

She smiled sheepishly, "I trapped it in a metal basket that the life jackets go in."

"What are we going to do with you, eh?"Laughed Harry, as he threw up a skittle into the air and caught it in his mouth. 

"I don't know." Said Dotty, she faced Fionn wrapping him in a hug. "Thanks."

"It's no bother, I'd rather know that we have attempted to treat it rather than leave it and it gets infected. If it really hurts though, later on, please tell me so we can get someone who knows their stuff to have a look at it." Fionn replied his breath tickling her neck and causing the hair on the back of it to stand up. "Also please try and be more careful, it gets me worried."

"I can't make any promises, but I'll try my best."

Barry clapped, "Right lovebirds! Seal it with a kiss and stop being sappy bastards!"

The pair pulled away from the hug and looked at the boy incredulously, "Oh, shut your trap, Barry, just because your mad that your character, who is an angel and deserves better, dies a totally unneeded death!"

Aneurine chortled, "She went there! She just bloody went there!"

"You die as well!"Aneurin and Barry scowled at her, "You deserve better! My dad is evil! Farrier get's bloody captured and his husband doesn't even know!"

"Husband?" Harry asked her. 

"Collins, duh!" The guys all looked at her weirdly, "Come on! There is so much chemistry between them! I don't understand how you don't see it! In Dunkirk, you don't say I love you, instead, you say 'he's on me', 'I'm on him', God, it's so cute!"

"Well, she's gone loopy," Fionn concluded. 

"Don't get me started with the love triangle between, Alex, Tommy and Gibson!"