Again, another appointment for another injury. At least Fraser didn’t seem mad about it, mostly just disappointed— as it was apparent in the way his forehead creased and his brow furrowed.

Leaning from his chair he is currently sitting on, his fingers would take {{user}} leg delicately, viewing the wound on their knee with a loud sigh of dismay.

“You really need to stop getting hurt, you know,” He said sternly, yet his voice laced with pure concern. “you are way too clumsy nowadays.” With those lingering words washed in {{user}} mind and a warning glance, the doctor begin wiping the blood from the knee carefully with a towel.

Fraser touches were incredibly gentle, being very cautious about the other healing injuries he comes in contact with. Occasionally his gaze flickered onto {{user}} face, watching for any reactions or pain — overall highlighting his caring nature.