Agliophobia: My muse nurses yours after an injury. (Thanktherobotpoliceman)
Timothy sucked in a sharp breath, wincing as large hands began to wrap his knee, his just-recently-popped-back-into-place-from-being-dislocated-and-in-a-lot-of-pain knee. He had to keep himself from flinching, and even more so from making too many noises, because ’appearances’ and all that. But good golly was this hurting like a sonuva bitch.
“Hey, Wil—big guy, I—hooof—appreciate what you’re doing here, but, uh,” Tim hissed, gritting his teeth while his fingers scratched uselessly at the floor in the Moon Zoomy Station, “can you, uh—ohho god, ow!—not so tight, please!”
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Wilhelm groaned, god his back hurt like a bitch. He hoped that it was just normal back pain from carrying guns around cause if his spine was going to shit againthat wasn’t going to be fun. He got down next to Timothy and injected him with the Health Hypo without much fanfare.
“This’ll speed up the healing process but you’ll still need to rest til tomorrow.” He grabbed a couple pills for himself, shoving a big thing of food in his mouth in one bite like an animal, quickly taking the the pills and chugging some watery goodness.
Timothy's eyebrow twitched when he heard the big guy let out a pained groan, but didn't quite get the chance to question it right away since Wilhelm injected him with the health hypo without so much as a warning. He tensed, letting out a hiss at the initial sting, briefly sending a glare the other man's way before he sighed.
"Thanks." He muttered, his tone bordering on sarcasm, though, in the end, he was grateful for the help, as painful as it was. Not that he'd voice it anyways; he doubted it'd make a difference to Wilhelm.
Speaking of which, the guy definitely seemed like he was having some issues of his own, seeing how he just downed some painkillers as well. Tim swallowed before he spoke up, "You, uh...doin' alright yourself?"
