[ It's okay. He'll tease her about that later. For now, he'd like the bleeding to stop on some of his deeper wounds.
At her nod, he gets to work. Fingers fiddle with some peroxide, and soon enough the liquid in the bottle takes on a faint teal outline as it floats out of the container and into his Scrubbing Bubbles.
This is a tedious but so-very-familiar process. Coming home alone in the dead of night, licking his wounds, then patching up and being out of bed the next morning for work. The only difference is also a very notable difference—now it's another pair of hands applying salve and wrappings to his injuries.
He doesn't dislike it, even if every brush of skin against skin sends surges of her emotions directly into his psyche. ]
So why do you know first aid? Was that a thing from the early martial arts days? Or did you learn it out of necessity later down the line?
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At her nod, he gets to work. Fingers fiddle with some peroxide, and soon enough the liquid in the bottle takes on a faint teal outline as it floats out of the container and into his Scrubbing Bubbles.
This is a tedious but so-very-familiar process. Coming home alone in the dead of night, licking his wounds, then patching up and being out of bed the next morning for work. The only difference is also a very notable difference—now it's another pair of hands applying salve and wrappings to his injuries.
He doesn't dislike it, even if every brush of skin against skin sends surges of her emotions directly into his psyche. ]
So why do you know first aid? Was that a thing from the early martial arts days? Or did you learn it out of necessity later down the line?