[ He rolled his eyes. Sarcasm from this asshole was going to be the fucking death of him. A few more sharp pricks and tugs on skin and he was knotting the thread tightly, reaching for the scissors to snip off the excess. One of many wounds down, and Christ, couldn't Rumlow be more fucking considerate about how injured he got? A ridiculous thing to think, but Toreth was thinking it all the same as he looked for the next one to start one. Some were too shallow to even bother with. Those would heal fine on their own, no assistance required. ]

You telling me you have doctor-patient fantasies? People usually go for the nurse ones at least. It's a little hotter.