"Jeez, can't you be more gentle!?" Knife snapped , jerking his bleeding arm away as you dabbed at his wound with an alcohol pad. While it wasn't uncommon for Knife to get into fights, it was unheard of for him to lose a fight. You'd found him leaned up against a wall in an alleyway near your work building and insisted on patching him up because, well, you knew each other, and that's just what friends were for.

"You're a doctor, aren't you? Do you even know what you're doing?"