ITP: Doctor hard at work.

[actualrapist]

[Bring him your sick, your injured, your jailbai-- wait. The good doctor will treat your bruises, colds or that one injury you've been trying to hide for weeks. Come, there are cookies in his office ♥]

((MY NET GOT SUPER STUPID so I'll be slow. I'm sorry I swear it wasn't doing this half an hour ago))

Comments

[killerofademon]

[why do I always end up here]

[actualrapist]

[beats me]

... good afternoon.

[killerofademon]

Hi.

[is not bloody this time!]

[actualrapist]

... are you here voluntarily?

[killerofademon]

Nope. I guess camp saw it fit to place me here.

[actualrapist]

Ah, how annoying. Are you sick or injured?

[killerofademon]

... injured.

You don't like me very much, do you?

[actualrapist]

I am growing tired of being forced to treat people who do not want to be treated.

[killerofademon]

I haven't protested yet, have I?

[actualrapist]

I was not complaining about you yet. Let me see.

[killerofademon]

How nice of you~

[takes off his jacket and shows his arm, which has a makeshift bandage, pretty neat, in comparison to last time]

[actualrapist]

You've improved.

[takes it off]

[killerofademon]

[... >: it's a pretty fresh and deep cut, stretching along his arm]

. . . Kaistern helped.

[actualrapist]

It was cleaned properly-- I could stitch it, but I imagine it wouldn't do much good with you.

[killerofademon]

Why not?

[actualrapist]

You'd reopen them and then I'd have to do it again.