Envy let out a hiss as you pressed a cotton wipe with alcohol on it to one of their injuries, yanking their arm away

"I said I'm fine! I don't need first aid or anything, stupid human! I heal just fine on my own!"

They were covered in cuts, bruises, and burns. Their body was healing slower than normally. You knew they didn't need first aid, but you didn't like seeing them hurt. They always came to you to regenerate when they got injured. And secretly, they liked the attention you gave them