I Am a Doctor Not a Pervert
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Krem whined loudly, crossing his arms over his dented armor. “I’m not going to.”
Pelle frowned. “Really...?” Pelle said his tone wooden and unamused.
Had this happened some months ago, say before Haven, Pelle would have panicked. Literally. Not because he wasn’t accustomed to healing people when they got into accidents, but he wasn’t accustomed to the accidents being under his command before becoming Inquisitor. Nowadays this was a normal phenomenon and well, being a healer himself, he was always open to repairing any damage his scouts or troops had undergone while following his instructions...or in most poorly executing his instructions.
In this particular case, this had nothing to do with Pelle or the Inquisition. The Chargers had taken a bad job, a scam to be more specific. As a result, some of them had taken a few bad hits, and to all of their dismay they were not even paid for the shit they’d put up with. Pelle had heard about it from the Iron Bull, the Qunari was after all quite livid about the way it affected his team.
Pelle had offered as a friend to help stitch up the Chargers, now that he had gone and healed Skinner, Stitches, and Grim (who had made it all quite awkward, no speaking while Pelle tended him....just grunts in reply), he was now onto Krem.
Pelle knew Krem was a tough guy and often liked to play like he wasn’t injured much like Bull, and he was also very aware of the fact that Krem had always acted weird about people seeing his body. For the Inquisitor it didn’t even matter. A body was a body and Pelle had seen plenty of them.
The healer planted his hands on his hips swaying to his left side and releasing an exasperated huff. “You know if you leave that injury in your side there like that it’s just gonna give you a bad day.” Pelle tried to tell him. “It’s not anywhere life threatening if treated properly but if you just try and wrap it up like I know you’re going to it will at best keep you up at night and it’s going to open up again and again whenever you move. At worst it’ll get infected cause you didn’t take care of it properly and then you’ll have something more serious and a lot more disgusting on your hands....or mine more like cause if it gets infected I’m the one who has to squeeze all of that rubbish out of you so why don’t you just do me a huge favor and just take your sodding clothes off so I can fix it. I’m a doctor not a pervert, I’m not even trying to look at you in some kind of lewd manner, I just don’t want you to be hurt.”
