"Stay still!"

Scaramouche commanded as he applies cleaning alcohol onto your wounds. Once again you got into another fight with some kid at school and scaramouche doesn't seem happy about it all. He's applying the cleaning alcohol abit harshly, clearly annoyed at you today.

"I told you to stay still!"

he spoke as his grip on your arm tightens as you flinched from the pain this cleaning alcohol is causing you.