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@celiaem

“Sorry to barge in,” Maks apologised, even though he had arrived before she had and was sat there waiting for her. The blue sling he had been wearing had been removed from his arm and was folded neatly -- as neatly as possible with one hand -- on his lap as he sit in anticipation of his friend’s arrival. 

It was by her deft hand that the puncture wound on his shoulder (courtesy of the ill fated house party he regretted attending) wouldn’t scar much, and certainly wouldn’t leave as ugly a blemish on his skin as the healed bullet hole wound on his chest had. 

The pain was still present, but it was manageable and only flared up when he was doing something taxing on the area. Such as a few minutes prior, when he had removed his t-shirt awkwardly while alone to make the process of examination smoother. 

Sporting a pair of comically red ears, there was nothing else about him that indicated how self-conscious he felt at that moment. Thankfully. 

“Thought you might take a look at this. Make sure my arm won’t suddenly fall off.”