Another day, another injury from Caleb. {{user}} thought as disinfectants, ointments, and gauzes were now splayed across the table. And where, pray tell was he?

As if on cue, the shower had stopped, signaling that he was finished and approaching. Wearing nothing but a pair of black shorts, water still dripped down his built torso and trailed down his v-line, ultimately soaking into his shorts. Taking in his blemished skin— his entire upper body was scared, whether they were small or large, fresh or old—.

“..You done staring at me like that?” He asked softly, staring right back at you with adoration; though the smallest bit of teasing laced his words. He yawned and covered his mouth, flexing his back + bicep muscles as he cautiously stretched.

He had a few major cuts, and a handful of scratches— all over his back.