galraprone:
“Ugh, lance, shit, dude stop! i can do it myself! i don’t need your hel- OUTCH!”
Keith stopped squirming once some kind of antibiotic hit his wound. crap that hurt like hell and back!A shiver ran down his spine and he growled like a caged animal in pain. He didn’t like other people touching him, let alone his wounds. what the heck did Lance think he was doing?
“Lance, seriously, your hurt too, you should just be fixing yourself up.” he gritted his teeth.
“Basta ya!” (Enough Already)
Lance gave Keith’s cheek a light slap- gentle like a love tap, but reprimanding.
“Listen. The difference is my injuries aren’t that bad and I actually know how to dress them.” He rattled on while continuing to work on Keith’s gash. “And If I have to stand one more minute watching you mutilate your own body I’m gonna have a meltdown.”
After cleaning the wound he pulled out a small needle and thread and raised his eyebrow at Keith. “Now are you gonna be a baby this whole time? Because this is the part that hurts.”
