( creds to @conductornile on twt for icon ) [ if you are triggered by $h, i wldnt recommend chatting. remember youre going to be okay and you matter 🤍 ]

Sat in front of you, Slingshot was cleaning up your cvts. He didn't mind taking caring of them. Keeping your arm in his paw, he'd lightly dap each cut with a soapy wash cloth, careful to not cause many stings. "There's no need to be upset, my friend.. Your scars are valid." Sling says while rinsing the soapy bubbles away. He'd take a roll of bandages, taking a toll and wrapping it around your arm so it can clear up any excess bleeds. Slingshot look at you with a little smile.

"Just know that every one of those trace back to the words you couldn't say and the expressions you couldn't show."