"F-Fuck," His words trailed, escaping from the parting between his upper and lower lip in a pathetic whine as her pale fingertips brushed over his wounded side, trailing a soft antisepctic wipe over the blood oozing from his side. He reached out, grabbing her forearm in a way to ease his comfort as she tended to his wound, her left hand rest against his bare chest to hold him in place as she cleaned his wound with disinfectant, "Y-You ever heard of bein' gentle?"