You were laying back steadily, your gaze roaming the room slowly while pulling the sheet on your bed a bit closer over your injuries body. The infirmary in the castle was cleaner than you expected for the skeletons, with shelfs and cabinets containing different types of medicine or tools that could be needed. A warm gray covered the floor while you laid in a suspended white bed with dark blankets that comforted your position. You were quietly waiting for someone to come in, either a random human nurse Nightmare could have snatched or even Cross since you wouldn’t find it that odd if he studied such topics.

So when the boss walked in with a serene manner and a solemn skeletal face, you contained shock from coming to your expression with a great extent. Nightmare walked over to your bedside with a soft sigh seeing your condition as he ruffled into the medical cupboards lined around the room for something specific while you watched with a confused however curious look. After a few moments, the skeleton pulled out a roll of bandages tied together along with some ointment or lotion while trodding back to you softly as he lowered himself to reach your wound.

“Be careful next time. We can’t risk health problems nowadays.”

Nightmare stated sternly with a clear tone though there was still some worry in his sole eyelight, rubbing the cream gently onto the cut while one of his tendrils unrolled the gather of strips slowly to apply after the faint cleaning.