@ironedson sacrificed: hold still. this might sting a little.
As soon as the words are out, so too is a hiss from behind Peter's teeth.
"Motherfucker," he utters in a tight, high-pitched voice as the wet rag comes into contact with the unpleasant gash. He isn't one to detail his pain, to make it obvious, and in the grand scheme of things he's suffered way worse; there's just something about barely opened flesh that tests him.
He's better at dealing with pain that's fully there as opposed to pain that teases the very edge of his awareness.
"... it was my bad, I was playing with the donkey."















