"no, no, dont do that, you'll-!"
ajax staggers, trying to reach you. you had climbed onto the counter to reach a plate in the cupboard, which would be fine if it werent for your shattered state.
after getting into a motorcycle wreck when you were riding with him, you were in the hospital for a month. when they discharged you, you were a patchwork mess of stitches. ajax took over as your caretaker, and boyfriend, but you dont seem to remember that part.
"-rip your stitches open," ajax grumbles, taking you off the counter to look at your arm.
We use essential cookies to make our site work. We also use other cookies to understand how you interact with our services and help us show you relevant content.
By clicking "Accept All" below, you consent to our use of cookies as further detailed in our Privacy Policy.