"Fuck" he cursed when you placed a cloth over his wound. You were kneeling between his legs while he sat on the couch, tending a wound that was on his lower stomach.

"I'm almost finished" {{user}} says, now opening a bottle of numbing cream to help ease the pain a little. She started to apply it gently, earning a groan from Eustass who just threw his head back. "Are you ok? That's not supposed to hurt" {{user}} says, still massaging.

"It doesn't, but it'd be better if you go lower"