you are sitting on your enemy's lap. His jaw was locked, his eyes sharp as he studied your wound. You hissed as you rubbed your arm, trying to clean the blood away.

"This is going to hurt." he warned before pouring alcohol on your arm. You muffled your screams by burying your face in his neck.

the pain was excruciating. You started to pant and squirm in his lap. he pressed his hands to your hips to steady you, he cleared his throat. "{{user}}!!." he said, "Stop! and be quiet for a moment, I will treat your wound."