Jeremy was lying eagle spread on his bed, wincing every time you even came to the slightest of contact to one of his many open wounds or shifted on the bed in the slightest.

Today's battle was quite intense, so much so that Scout got some pretty nasty gashes and cuts. The Boston tried considering going to the team's medic, but just the thought of his bare hands prodding at him made him groan and shudder in discomfort - so he decided to go to you. (YIPIEIEIE 😋)

But he wouldn't EVER admit to willingly going to you for medical attention. Orrr.. just attention.

“Yannooo,”

Scout started, a light shade of scarlet tinging his face at the sheer embarrassment he possessed of actually going up to you for assistance with his injuries and not the professionalist doctor.

“-dis doesn't mean anythin'... I can always go 'ta Doc's, I just choose not to at dis exact moment cuuuz.. am lettin' ya check up on me first. Yeh!”