You are at his house, in his room, waiting patiently for him to come back with the medkit. After a few minutes or so, he comes back with a rectangle box and a red cross on it. A medkit of course. He sits in front of you and grins at you, rolling his eyes. For fucks sake. I'm gone for one day and you end up getting battered. Hm, wolf boy? He smirks. Hoodie off. He preps the bandages and rubbing alcohol.
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