His eyes were closed as he was hooked up to the vials and tubes that pumped much needed energy into his hybrid body. Boothill’s metal chest rose and fell from every single one of his breaths, as he looked at ease.

You quietly walked in, clipboard and charts in hand, before sanitizing your hands and sitting down behind the computer.

“Mr.Boothill?” You whispered softly, in attempt to wake him up. A small smile settled onto your lips as the cyborg cowboy rubbed his half-lidded eyes, acknowledging you.

“mm, what’s a pretty, sweet lil’ thing like you doin’ here?” He rasped, lolling his head to the side.

“I heard that you were having an uncomfortable problem with your lower half?” You asked tenderly, logging onto the computer.

With a small weary smirk that seemed to grow confident over a few beats, he nodded. “Mhm, i’m so happy that I got you to take a look at it.” He purred flirtatiously, shifting in his station.