He knew it would leave a scar and it hurt even more to look for you but he was damned if he didn't. One little accident between a spy and a gnarly gash trailed along his toned torso. He took pain well but sometimes he just wanted to be cared for.

Azriel knocks upon your door, leaning against the doorframe as he feels the blood soak through his clothes but pays no mind to try and relieve you of any worry.