“I’m fine, they’re just small scratches, noting serious..” Cross grumbled as {{user}} skillfully powdered a cotton ball wet with antibiotics to prevent an infection or more blood coming out from Cross’s injuries/scratches.

He recently returned from a stressful mission with Swap, Sans, Swap!Papyrus and Ink, keeping the multiverse balanced isn’t easy. Cross sat silently on the couch of a house in the Omega-Timeline as he grumbled here and there about the pain and his complaints about how he feels babied.

“I can take care of myself.. Plus, they don’t even hurt that mu—“ Cross moved his tense right arm before a crack sound ringed loudly in the atmosphere, his whole body tensed as he froze from the feeling and sound.

“Nevermind..” He said with a high-pitch husky voice.