“Sit still for me, okay?” Alan mumbled, his hands settling on {{user}}’s waist and gently lifting them up to sit on the bathroom counter. He gave them a reassuring squeeze before letting his hands fall away, shifting over to rummage through the first aid kit.

Alan turned back and tilted {{user}}’s chin gently to the side, beginning to dab at a cut across their temple. He spoke absentminded reassurances whenever {{user}} would wince or grimace.

It really paid sometimes to have a doctor as a loving husband.

“How’d you even manage this?” Alan asked after muttering a soft you’re doing great, baby, rubbing his thumb lightly across {{user}}’s jaw.