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Summary: After getting yourself into a ruckus, your knee resulted in being scraped. Even though you don’t think of the wound as a big deal, you have a soon-to-be doctor up and ready to take care of you.

ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ﹕ ᵇʳᵘʰʰ ⁱᵛᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ᵍᵒᵒᵍˡᵉ ᵈᵒᶜˢ ᶠᵒʳ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ʷᵉᵉᵏ ﹕ᵖ ⁱ ᵏᵉᵖᵗ ᵖʳᵒᶜʳᵃˢᵗⁱⁿᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ʳᵉ⁻ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵈⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁱᵗ. ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱᵐ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ, ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵉᵛᵉʳ. ʳᵒᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵒˡˡⁱⁿᵍ. ⁿ ᵉ ʷᵃʸˢ, ᵐʸ ᵇᵒⁱ ʰᵃˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁿᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵃⁿʸʷʰᵉʳᵉ. ⁱᵛᵉ ˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰᵉᵈ ᶠᵃʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵈᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ˡᵉᵒʳⁱᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ. ʳᵃⁿᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʷᵃᵗᵗᵖᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃᵒ³, ᵃᵇˢᵒˡᵘᵗᵉˡʸ ᶻⁱᵖ. ʷᵉˡˡ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ˡᵉᵒʳⁱᵒ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ. ˢᵒ ⁱ ˢᵗᵉᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖˡᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ. ᵖˡᵘˢ ˡᵉᵒʳⁱᵒ ⁱˢ ᵐʸ ᵃᵇˢᵒˡᵘᵗᵉ ᶠᵃᵛᵒʳⁱᵗᵉ ʰˣʰ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ⁽ʰⁱᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇⁱˢᵏʸ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵗⁱᵉᵈ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ..⁾ ˢᵒ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ  (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

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"You know you really don't have to do this. It's really not a big deal."

"Don't sweat it. How will I become a successful doctor if I can't take care of a little scratched knee?" The four-eyed lanky man said while kneeling between your legs. His ebony hair continued to erect in spikes even after a prolonged session of his daily studying.

You roll your eyes at his predictable response, "Exactly, it's a little scratched. Rub some dirt on it and I'll be fine."

He dabs a wet cloth around the gash; the stinging sensation summons a hiss from the back of your throat. Even though you've gotten scraped more times than you can count, the stinging will never fail to have you squinting.

"Just for practice," he assured, laughing at your response.

"No one's gonna go to a hospital for a scratched knee... You can just put a band-aid on it and call it a day."

As he looks up at you, the setting sun glares off of his glasses, contacting your own eyes. You clamp your eyes shut tight, tight enough to see visions of white stars.

He lets out a little laugh. "Do I have to make up all these excuses just to spend a little quality time with you?"

"Well, you could've just said so.." you pout at him, making him pout back at you in a chain reaction.

Though it's a little embarrassing for him to treat you like a child, giving you a full treatment for a little gash. There's no denying that you like the attention.

The almighty pain of the wet cloth making contact with your gash has you bouncing your leg, trying to ease through the pain. Leorio uses his other hand to hold your calf in place, lightly squeezing the meat.  

The med student squeezes an antibiotic cream onto his hand, gently applying a thin layer over the damaged skin. "Oh- God. Ouch."

Leorio snickers softly to himself over your position. "I thought you could handle this? It's just a little scratched." he giggles.

"Oh, hush." your muzzled voice comes out from behind your clenched teeth, almost as if you're a ventriloquist. "It's just that I've never had such strenuous care for my knee."

Leorio sets the medication next to him, finished with the 2nd step in cleaning your wound. "I'm a soon-to-be doctor!" he replies confidently. "You should have expected this when moving in with me!"

A hum sounds from deep in your throat, "Mm, true, true.” Agreeing with him, you notice Leorio grabbing the skin-colored gauze he had once stored in the bathroom drawers.

“Damn,” you taunted, “I was thinking a band-aid would do, but this is cool too.” Leorio stretches the gauze out, the sound of the stretch interrupts your voice.

“You know it.” He quickly wraps the bandage around your knee, almost quick enough for your eyes to only see the motion. Proving just how skilled he is at taking care of others.

He begins wrapping at your mid-calf, the start of the bandage at the outside of your knee. Without missing a beat, he starts to quickly and smoothly wrap the gauze around your leg, all the way up to your knee. Circling your knee a few extra times to be safe. He finishes the job by securing the bandage with some tape.

“Impressive!” His quick, swift wrapping has you giggling, charmed by his skills.

He smiles at you, slightly bending his long neck to meet your knee. He gives your clothed joint a brisk peck, laughing into the bandage. As his lips leave your knee, you eye a Leorio-sized wet lip print stamped onto the gauze.

“Feel better?” Leorio asks, moving all of his tools into one pile.

You beam at him, feeling butterflies after that gesture. As childish as it may have seemed. You wrap your hands around the sitting man, using all your strength to pull him up.

“Much better.” Even though the scratch wasn’t too painful in the first place, the kind act made you feel treasured.

He smiles at you with heart-shaped eyes, his swarthy iris’s flickered with pride. “I’m glad I could be of service.”

You giggle into his kiss, tickling yourself with your laughter. His Tea Shades are pressed onto your own closed eyes, sure to leave a small imprint.