“ you’re such an idiot. “
THIS, KNUCKLES REALIZES ALL AT ONCE, does not feel pleasant. he doesn’t mind the pain of a wound, is used to treating them by himself. and, in theory, it is very nice to have somebody else do the treating for him.
mrs. wachowski is skilled, has received training in taking care of the animals of this planet he now calls his home. there is an ease to her movements, in the way she assesses the injury and rummages through her tools to find the perfect one. she has an expertise that knuckles often wished for, in the solitude of angel island. she even used a sort of numbing agent on him, to make sure he doesn’t feel the way she stitches the wound shut.
it is a miracle, and he’s lucky to receive it.
but he still doesn’t feel good.
mrs. wachowski seems exasperated with worry. worry for him. he, even unintentionally, caused her concern, trying to do what is best for their tribe. and while he still prefers himself sitting on their kitchen table, letting her do her work on him, rather than the fox or the hedgehog, he’s not happy about creating any grief in her heart. she chides him, as a mother would, and knuckles lets her.
‘ i apologize for worrying you. ‘ it’s sincere, even with his gaze downcast, directed at the floor. his hands grip the edge of the table, dangerously close to the wood splintering under his grasp. ‘ i was trying to do what is best for our tribe. ' a beat, before: ‘ will you forgive me? ‘
@wchowski [ ... ] wound care for dumbasses