𝖑𝐨͟𝐫͟𝐢͟ ͟𝐠͟𝐫͟𝐢͟𝐦͟𝐞͟𝐬͟

he sits down on the end of the bed, a brow raised while she spoke. " go on.. " he whispered. his hand resting on his thighs.

he finished up and put a rather large bandage over the now stitched up wound. " there. all done. " he smiled, standing up looking at her. " now , how did you even get it again? "

he had only done one stitch, still had two left to do. he moved closer to her and looked at her. " hey, you're already doin a great job. just a little longer, okay? "

" sorry. now ... this is going to be sore because there isn't anything to numb the area. you're going to feel this " he looked at her as he spoke, already starting the procedure. eyes flickering up to look at her every now and then.

he soon returns with everything he needs, lifting her shirt up a little more. " well , I do have one —— just not on me, I forgot to grab it when I was getting people out of the hospital " a tease, dabbing some disinfectant on her wound.

" positive, lay down. " he nods to the bed across the room, making sure he didn't forget anything. " who's the doctor here? "

grabbing a cloth putting pressure onto the wound. " nah it's gonna need stitches " a quiet exhale before moving to grab the things he needed.

alright , let 'im see it

at sixteen, you think you can escape your father. you aren’t listening to his voice speaking through your mouth.

( he's patient. starts taking care of her wound, gently. ) you have to be cautious.

let me take care of that.

… you are lying.

? ? ? how ?