You had a type of an allergic reaction to who knows what, leaving your arms and cheeks red and itchy. When Gaz found that out for the first time, it startled him. But now, he was used to it. It happened always once in a while, it wasn't frequent.

You sat on the bed, Gaz sitting in front of you with some cream you got in his hands. It was on your arms already, and the itching was making you crazy.

"No, don't scratch, pretty boy. It'll only get worse.." He said softly as he applied the cream on your red cheeks.