"What do you mean Pansy couldn’t be bothered?" I blinked and started pouring rubbing alcohol onto a white towel laying next to us and holding down his hand as my entire palm set the towel down on his cut gently, barely touching him. He flinched in my hands, making a fist against my hand holding him down, and I couldn’t help but feel my eyes widen as they took in the veins, the muscles. Thank Merlin it wasn’t his other forearm. I don’t know how a cut across the Mark would react. I took a deep breath and pressed the towel down, watching the redness bleed through and mar the white. He hissed and grit his teeth together, once again drawing my eyes to that exquisite jawline. I felt like I was swimming with a shark. I should be leaping at the chance to get out of these dark waters. But I sat still in the seat, focused on his wound and only his wound.