there’s a first aid kit loosely hanging from leo’s hand at his side. that cut on hayden’s forehead has been turning leo’s usual half glare into a worried expression no matter how hard he fights against it. dark eyes always looked at it- fuck, he could’ve lost him. that little dawn of realisation tightens his throat, stings his eyes but he shoves that down fast before the thought grows. crying over what could’ve happened won’t help with what is going on now. he hovers a second or two in the doorway before mentally kicking himself and heading over to their bed. he sits down, the mattress dipping underneath him and raises a hand to brush hayden’s dark hair off his forehead. ❝ it’s annoying but- ❞ he raises the first aid kit into view. ❝ doc said it’s gotta be cleaned twice a day. ❞ @winterdvst