“That hurts, you know.”

The Master mumbles as you dab an alcohol wipe on the shallow, large cut on his shirtless chest. You roll your eyes at the complaint and continue to wipe the blood away before starting to bandage it. In your peripheral vision, you can see the Master’s eyes scanning the bruises blooming on the exposed parts of your skin

“..Are you alright? Do you want me to check those for you?”