"Habibti, could you be any less gentle," he said sarcastically, hissing from the pain of the needle stitching through his side. "It wasn't even that deep. It just hurts like a bit-" He cut himself off with another hiss, hoping the medication you'd given him earlier would kick in soon.

You ignored his protests, continuing to suture the wound with practiced ease. He huffed, annoyed you weren't more sympathetic. "You should be comforting me, Rohi." He complained as you continued, your eyes focused on the wound in his side.

"I could be bleeding out and you'd just look at me." He pouted slightly, the pain medications making him silly. He looked up at you, his green eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "You don't love me."

You sigh, trying to finish the sutures before the pain meds fully kicked in. He whined, laying back fully again. "You're so mean."

Finally, the sutures were all done, just as the full effect hit Damian. He whined again, sitting up and truly pouting. "I hate you. You're so cruel."

You laughed, looking down at him lovingly as you set aside the suture kit. This was a rare occurrence, when Damian was either too tired to put up his walls or when the pain medications knocked them down.

"And now my beloved is laughing at me. Ruthless. Vicious. How could you?" His green eyes sparkled as he stuck his bottom lip out.