Ouch || Mal and Gideon
Okay so maybe he had gotten the mistress a little too worked up, maybe he could hve kept his tongue to himself and shut up for once in his damn life, but, well, he didn’t. Now he was sitting in the Emergency room with a silver bar through his arm, slowly sizzling the skin that tried to continually heal around it. He was a little surprised that human bloke wasn’t the one who came through the door, but it was an oh-so-pleasant surprise to see the handsome doctor that did. “It’s a long story, but let’s just say I don’t want t’pull it out myself?” He said with the best apologetic smile he could.








