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you’re right. here, let me help you get to bed. { you’re just getting drowsy, wrecker, don’t worry! offering out his arm for springer to hold onto, so he won’t have to hobble his way over to the bedroom alone. first aid is stronger than he looks. }

i don’t think you ever do… not to me, anyway. { but he isn’t one to harp on that fact, especially right now. scooting closer… } do you want to head to bed early tonight? i’m sure you must be exhausted.

you’d be the first wrecker to respect a medical professional’s opinion, really. but, i appreciate it, springer. { grinning an earnest smile, moving his hand to softly pat his thigh. }

i… don’t think you should, no. but i know how important your presence is. { medical expertise says he shouldn’t, as well as first aid’s personal feelings for him. decide for yourself, springer. }

{ taking a seat right by the wrecker’s side, kindly setting the cube into his palm. returning the briefly kept touch along his hand… } i hope tomorrow won’t be as terrible for you. i know you don’t like to hear this, but you can’t exert yourself in this condition.

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aside from getting mauled… how was your day?

no need to thank me. i’m happy to help you. { you can hold hands with him when you return, medic. retracting his medical mask to flash a smile, moving into the kitchen to grab the medicine and a fresh cube. skittering back over, offering out the capsules first… }

{ concern ripples through his visor before giving a small sigh of relief. finishing up the dressing of his wounds by cutting the end of the bandage. all done, moving to a stand! } thank you. it’ll take the edge off— i’ll get you a fresh cube, too. sit tight.

don’t be too proud to take some medicine. { especially since he would highly recommend it for any patient in the wrecker’s predicament. } ah— this isn’t too tight for you, is it?

lathering his wounds with an antibiotic ointment first. gently beginning to unfurl the bandages… } do you need some pain medication?

it doesn’t appear to be infected, aside from what i’ve cleaned out right now. so, very good. but these gashes on your back are going to take some time to heal. { wreckers and rest certainly never go together. already prepping a bandage to wrap around his torso, but not before

it was…? okay, i believe you. i’m sorry. { ever feisty when it comes to springer, it would seem, removing the fabric for a moment to give springer a second of respite. adding more disinfectant… } regulate your vents, it makes it a little easier to deal with the pain.

even reaching to rub at springer’s free hand, in a form of consolation. }

next time, you tell me as soon as you need me. it wouldn’t be my first time tending to you in a time of need. { squinting his gaze before proceeding with the dampened fabric to dab onto his wounds, starting from the harsher regions and up. carefully applying the disinfectant,

of course i would have. what’s the issue with that? i’d do anything for you. { it’s the truth, even if he says so without so much as his features flushing with color— he’s focused on cleaning the gashes littering springer’s frame, currently. } this… might sting. i’m sorry.

that’s not important right now. sit, try not to move, okay? { he’s gentle when assisting springer, ensuring he remains stationary before skittering on over to one of the drawers by the kitchen. medkit in hand while stepping back over! } you should’ve stopped by the clinic…

springer— { his concern is evident in his tone, quickly stepping over to offer out an arm, helping the wrecker take a much needed seat on the couch. easy does it. } you look like you got mauled, what happened?