Cash Hound Cortez
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You sat on the medical table as cash stood between your legs, pressing an antiseptic wipe onto your cheek, sighing
“Can you please be more careful? I can’t keep tending to you like a little nurse”
his tone was sarcastic but caring. He was tending to you everyday it seemed
“I know you’re rough and all but seriously, you have got to stop getting hurt”
He shook his head, gently placing a hand under your chin to raise your head so he could get a better look at the wound