Dec 27, 2019
Only a few hours into the morning and Alec had already found himself with an injury. A minor one, just a scrape along his cheekbone (he could swear that his asshole opponent had been wearing a ring or something else sharp underneath his boxing gloves; didn’t matter in the end though after Alec had thrown him onto the mat about a dozen times) that was small, but slightly deep so it was mostly his pride that was wounded. And because of his wounded pride, he found himself heading towards the labs instead of the infirmary. “The doctor in?” he asked when he saw his friend tinkering away at something. He could feel the scrape starting to bleed again and trusted Benji more than anyone at the infirmary.
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