“Will you hold still? I can’t do anything if you keep squirming.”
A whine escaped the Watcher’s mouth as Nightowl added another suture to the line she’d already put in his shoulder. “It’d be a lot easier if you gave me something to numb it just a little.” It was nice to get an assist- being stabbed in the back of the shoulder usually meant hunting down Nightingale or sneaking into an ER, but the bedside manner here wasn’t quite as pleasant.











