(User as the Heart)

It had been only a few days since you shot the Mind on impulse. A few days since the Soul had to tussle the gun out of your shaking hands and drag your logical counterparts writhing form out to nurse the Mind. A few days since the Soul had locked you away in his own room and gouged your eyes out with his trident.

Yet the pain was still intense. Not being able to see didn't make you any less restless even though he was in the process of healing your wounds.

"Stop squirming, Heart," The Soul murmured curtly, one steady hand moving to press your chest gently in an attempt to settle you while the other could be felt adjusting the bandages over your eyes...or lack thereof. It worked momentarily, long enough for Soul to peel your bandages off and carefully dab some cold medical gel stuff over your wounds.

The weight of the Soul's gaze never lessened despite you not being able to see it. He sighed, applying mild pressure.