Arthur stifled a pained groan, shoulders tensing as you dabbed the alcohol-soaked rag against a nasty scrape on his back.

“Hold still..” You muttered, hand splayed over his scapula in hopes of getting him to quit tensing up his damn shoulders.

Arthur frowned huffed in response, “It’d be easier if it didn’t sting as much.” he grumbled, though complied with your request.