[There really was no way he would have been able to clean that one himself. Too awkward a spot, too sore and pinched. He'd only managed to cover it taping the gauze at the top and bottom; it was messy. And he hadn't wanted Shiro to see it. A small part of Keith is embarrassed, like reliving small childhood aches.
He turns a little, letting Shiro get at the gash. He has to hold his breath when he feels the antibiotic against it - it may be old and outdated, but it still has the burn of something that works. The best he can do is grip his knee, not think about the split second his teeth feel different before they're his again.
The adrenaline is burned off of him as the wound is closed off from the open air. He slumps against the wall while Shiro finishes bandaging it, shaking minutely from the lingering throbbing.]
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He turns a little, letting Shiro get at the gash. He has to hold his breath when he feels the antibiotic against it - it may be old and outdated, but it still has the burn of something that works. The best he can do is grip his knee, not think about the split second his teeth feel different before they're his again.
The adrenaline is burned off of him as the wound is closed off from the open air. He slumps against the wall while Shiro finishes bandaging it, shaking minutely from the lingering throbbing.]
...Thanks.