If I let you stitch me up, you gonna charge me or flirt with me?
~ 🕷️💙❤️
"Depends. You bleeding for real, or just looking for an excuse to get my hands on you, Hobie?"
She doesn’t look up from the bloodied gauze in her hands, but her voice was as precise as the scalpel resting by her knee -- steady, clinical… and just a touch amused. "I don’t charge people who break bones in the name of justice. But I also don’t flirt with people unless I’m really sure they’re not just high on adrenaline and bad decisions."
She finally glanced at him over the rim of her glasses, one brow lifted like a challenge forged in steel and stubborn pride. "So unless you’re here for a tetanus shot and a conversation about emotional responsibility, I suggest you lie back, bite your tongue, and let the actual doctor work."
Pause. A slow smirk curved her lips "…But if you do wink at me again, I might consider giving you a lollipop after."