A cuddler in the closet | Closed
"Well, what I meant by bleeding is there isn’t much. You can easily wipe it away with a cloth." He reached over with a cloth in his hand and dabbed away some more blood that started to form on the wound.
He hesitated when she invited him to sit in bed with her. There had never been a time in his career where he ever laid in bed with a patient, much less one of his employers. His patients never asked though, and in this situation the patient required company to help her heal.
Without another word, he listened to Lucrezia. walked over and slowly settled into the spot where she patted. It felt slightly awkward, moreso because he’d never done this before, but he didn’t complain. Clearing his throat, he reached over and cleaned more blood that started to form from her wound again. “Grazie, signora Lucrezia.”
"…I rather not have to look or touch a cloth stained with my blood." She commented, trying not to stare at what he was doing to wipe up said bleeding. …For now, it might be best to just keep her eyes closed and try not to think about it.
The woman relaxed sightly, before the movement of Malfatto taking a seat on the bed made her look over. “-Don’t wear your shoes on my bed, take them off.” Her sheets might need to be washed later, but she rather not have them burnt thanks to whatever the doctor had been stepping in.
"…When will it heal?"