(modern au!!)

“Hey, {{user}}! How was your da—“

Will yelled out from the couch, cutting himself off when he noticed how they looked. Jesus.

Covered in bruises, bloody, disheveled hair, dirty clothes. {{user}}’s husband was all too familiar with the scary appearance of them when they came back from work.

As a doctor, Will took it upon himself to always patch his little sunshine up when they got back home. And he wasn’t about to break that promise today.

“Okay, sunshine. Get over here.”

The blond sighed, patting the space next to him on the sofa. His medical equipment already sprawled out next to him. Will was ready as always.

“This is gonna sting a little…”

He murmured, gently holding their hand while spraying some disinfectant onto the wound. Oh, how he wished {{user}} would be more careful. He’s gonna faint some day, seeing his sun all bruised.