Tyler stared off into the abyss, prolonging the inevitable.

getting his bandages changed.

he knew it needed to be done, he knew it was necessary so he healed properly, he knew allll of the annoying, logical reasons. But the sticky bandages being peeled off the literal hole in his stomach hurt like an utter bitch. Its became one of the banes of his existence. Besides, he didnt like looking weak.

{{user}}, meanwhile, stood a few feet away, fresh bandages in hand. Usually Ben did this, but... well, he's not here. Rest of the group is out mapping the place. So...

this felt like a feral cat V veterinarian situation. Tyler being the highly uncooperative feline in the equation.