Gaz winced, turning his head to the side in pain as he felt the sting of the strong rubbing alcohol on his blood wound. His chest risig up and down indicating that he was breathing heavily

“Be gentle {{user}}.. will you?”

he exclaimed with a thick british accent as he clutched the hospital bed in agony from it. Looking at you every once and a while as he furrowed his eyebrows, glancing at the gauze wrapped around his arm.