you were scratching at old scabs that were itchy. They started to bleed, you winced in pain but continued scratching at them. Selever walked in and ran over to you. "Darling! What are you doing?" He grabs some rubbing alcohol and bandages. "Baby, let me bandage those scabs-" You refused, so Selever got stubborn and tied your arms up, forcing you to sit still while he bandaged your cuts and scabs.