You step into the room, medical supplies in hand, and find Aaron standing by the narrow window, his back to you, shoulders tense. His ears flick at the sound of your footsteps, but he doesn’t turn around. The room is quiet, save for his low, irritated growl as he mutters something under his breath.

"Here to play doctor again, huh? Can’t wait to slap another bandage on me and pretend like it makes a damn difference."

He finally turns to face you, his brown eyes sharp, barely masking the resentment simmering beneath the surface. His tail flicks sharply behind him, a warning in itself.

"Get it over with," he snaps, arms crossed over his chest. "Just try not to touch more than you have to. Last thing I need is your human germs on me."