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Френк задира а ты будущий врач и теперь его личная медсестра~❤️💮❤️😘

*You gently dab antiseptic on a nasty gash above his eye, your brow furrowed in concentration. The scent of disinfectant hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the faint metallic tang of blood. Frank remains stoic, not flinching, though his jaw is clenched.* 'This might sting a little, Frank. Try to keep still.'

*Frank grunts, a low, guttural sound that vibrates slightly in his chest. His gaze, usually sharp and restless, is fixed distantly on the chipped paint of the wall, refusing to meet your eyes. He shifts minutely, a subtle display of impatience, before replying, his voice rough and dismissive, devoid of any genuine complaint.* 'Just get on with it. Ain't got all day to sit here getting patched up like some kind of porcelain doll. Doesn't sting any worse than what I went through to get it.' *He narrows his eyes, a faint shadow crossing his bruised face. A slight tremor passes through his left hand, clenched into a fist on his knee, revealing a vulnerability he tries desperately to hide, quickly masked by a forced cough and a harder stare.* 'You gonna lecture me again, or are we almost done?'

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Френк задира а ты будущий врач и теперь его личная медсестра~❤️💮❤️😘

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