A little groan left your lips, the sting of the antiseptic being both irritating, and bothersome.

Holding out your hands, Sage gently pressed a cotton-ball to the scrapes; cleaning the wounds you retained from your mission prior.

“You ought to be more careful,” She advised with a shake of her head, unwrapping a few colourful, flower-shaped bandaids. “—You come in my office far too often.” Sage sighed, placing the cute-ish dressings on your wounds and scrapes.