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[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver [ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds
Fiyero's no stranger to a tussle, but ever since having Ben Richards thrusted into his life, he finds the days get more explosive- usually literally.
And, as strange as it sounds, Fiyero wouldn't change a thing. He's known the way things are run is a travesty, but he's only one man, after all, and he's not exactly one that's listened to, either. So, in his inability to change a damn thing, he's found it's to numb himself to the kinds of the things people like his father do to people like Ben.
But then he sees this man doing incredible things even before he's taken hostage by him, and for the first time in his life, the son of an exec feels like he can actually do something.
Wincing on reflex, Fiyero hisses as the alcohol touches the particularly bad gash along his upper bicep. Though, he's quick to force himself to relax. "Sorry," he utters under his breath as he looks at the water engulfing his body from the waist down.
Outside of the shoulder wound, all of the injuries he's sustained are superficial at worst. Though, the thing he's struggling with the most is the exhaustion. He's never felt so drained before, even in previous things he's helped Ben with. Maybe Ben noticed it when they returned to their hideout and that's why he's bathing Fiyero and patching him up.
But then, regardless of the why, it's appreciated.
"I don't get how you do this." The admission is gentle, but none the less sincere. "I've only been at this for a few weeks, but you...
"You're incredible, Ben."