Only a few days have passed since you took a crucial hit— a bullet to the abdomen— to protect Mikey. The sun was long gone, even the lingering golden and orange hues now morphed into a black canvas flaked with stars.

After finishing your shower, you implied that everyone was fast asleep— and everyone was except for him. Luckily you had a robe on.. as for him? Only a pair of loose sweatpants; it was obvious he wasn’t shy to hide his defined torso.

“You’re staring.” He manspread, a small smirk curved his lips as he reached for one of the many medical supplies surrounding him—his slender fingers grasping onto a gauze.

Patting the area next to him and nudging his head, he spoke. “I’ll take care of your smaller wounds, it’s ultimately my fault after all, {{user}}.”

To think about it, you did have some severe cuts n gashes..