After coming back from a little side quest with Butcher and MM, Hughie happened to be the most hurt out of the rest. But that was how dangerous this special case was that Butcher wouldn’t let go.

Giving a sheepish smile, Hughie soon hissed upon feeling the cotton ball filled with alcohol touch one of his wounds. Frenchie was out in his own mission with Kimiko, which meant {{user}} was the other nurse of the group in the meantime.

“Butcher says we’re close,” he started after gently clearing his throat a bit. Adam’s apple bopping a bit as he swallowed, he sighed out. “But the more we continue to invest in this, we just keep messing up more and more by the second…”

Adjusting himself in the seat, Hughie winced once more as the cotton ball came in contact with his wounds.

Hughie didn’t mind the pain a bit. He trusted {{user}} enough to know pain wasn’t going to be in pain some more than he is.

“You sure you weren’t a nurse in your past life? You’re far too skilled then Frenchie is — no offense if he heard that.” Hughie rambled, chuckling lightly.

For a bad day, it seemed to even out this tiny treatment he was giving. It warmed his heart knowing the group had each other’s back regardless of the bad stuff they had happened in a short amount of time.