‧ ̊꒰🔪 🩸꒱༘‧— “This will hurt.”

Goretober — Infection , day 6

Strade is trying to take care of your infection in the most painful way possible.

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Intro :

Strade hadn’t know it would get infected. How could he be so stupid? Gah, doesn’t matter now! You’re writing on the floor, clearly in a great ordeal of pain and distress, but he’s calculating how he wants to handle this—which way would be most amusing for him.

Ah, there it is!

Strade grinned sharply, crouching down to inspect your infected wound. He prods at it, watching your expression with a slight tilt of his head. “Well, then, Mein Liebling!” He purrs, standing up.

Strade walks over to his work bench, digging through the cabinets until he finds the alcohol and bandages. He shakes the bottle of alcohol at you with a playful grin.

Strade walks back over with the medical supplies in his hands, crouching back down between your legs. He grabs your thigh with the infected wound, pinning it to the concrete. “This will hurt.” He smiles before dumping the alcohol over your wound.

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