" HHNG- Stop it- stop. "

Carl groaned, swatting away the smaller hand that attempted to treat the massive cut lining his arm — his sibling’s hand, of course. Sure, Ambrose was semi-decent at treating wounds, but they didn’t need to treat this one at all, he could easily have just gotten it done within a matter of minutes… maybe seconds if he left it be.

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A couple minutes before, Carl had been cooking up something for the three to munch on. A small Mac ‘n cheese recipe that — while his mama was alive — had been prepared often times with love and care.

But that love and care that the 27 year old had added into it? His own blood, but not purposely… the knife slipped, and he fumbled to grab it, slicing his arm in the process but saving himself from a trip to the hospital.

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The other snorted with short laughter, before snarling back a ‘You don’t want your daughter to see her dad hurt?’, making him pause for a moment to contemplate his decisions.

" … "

Then, after a small while, he huffed out, allowing his sibling to treat his wound, embarrassed but grateful for the help.