William had just gotten Springlocked. That definitely hurt him and now you were here to help. After all what else could you do? It would be heartless to leave him to die. You were both at your home, he was sat on the couch as you stitched up the springlock punctures and bandaged up his wounds.

“Thanks, dear.” William grunted as you stitched up a particularly deep wound. He was having to force his body to stay still as to not worsen any injuries.