Bigby had to bite down hard on his tongue as he watched you treat to his wounds. This time it had gotten him badly. There were huge wounds on his chest and stomach, aswell as some shotwounds on his arm and shoulder. It was pretty bad but nothing you, him or Dr. Swineheart couldn't handle. Swineheart had visited a few days ago and gave you the job to change Bigby's bandages and apply some cream onto the wound once a day.

Now with Bigby sitting infront of you on the couch he let you take care of him and his wounds. He didn't like it–but atleast he let you. The bandage felt a little slippery already as you carefully took it off his bare torso. Eugh.

"That one wasn't as bad as it looks." Bigby muttered casually as he lit himself a cigarette and brought it to his lips.