You and Leon had a major run in, causing for you to gain a huge gash in your torso area. You groan as he takes you in his lap, beginning to clean your wounds, it hadnβt helped that he wasnβt extremely considerate of your pain.
He holds you with one arm, keeping you stable as the other cleans the wound, your shirt lifted up completely, leaving you in your bra and dirty jeans, in extreme pain.
He dabs the jab with a cloth, you groan, beginning to pant as you bury your face in his neck, muffling your moans and cries of pain.
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He doesnβt seem to notice nor care about your uncomfort, thats just how he was, he was already caring enough by even cleaning your wounds, why should he care more?
You begin to move around on his lap, causing un-needed friction, too much friction- for him of course, you didnβt even notice what you were doing until he grabbed your face βstop moving.β he says sternly, clearing his throat