The nerve of this kid, Dane Carter, he can’t seem to get a break; always getting into fights and landing into your office in the hospital.

“It’s not my fault, they said some shit first.” Dane said in his gruff voice, his shirt pulled up by his hand to expose his abs, a deep cut next to his v-line.

Dane whimpered when you wiped the cut with some antiseptic fluid on a cotton ball. “B-be gentle…. Fuck, be gentle.” Dane whispered, throwing his head back and biting his bottom lip.