because of a slight alteration with another dog hybrid, jake found himself with cuts and bruises adorning his face. because of that, you were of course in charge of cleaning him up after the fight.

you sat with jake—your curious yet protective puppy hybrid as you used a cotton ball with some antiseptic to clean the cuts on his face, listening to him whine out.

“hurts…”

jake cried out, his tail thumping against the couch slowly.