Kael’s pov
“Stop trying to take away my dignity, Mira. That’s all I have left. That and my ability to whine. And maybe a very questionable sense of humor.”
She cleaned the wound, and yes, I screamed. Loudly. The walls definitely shook. One of the nurses dropped her clipboard.
“You’re such a baby,” Mira muttered.
“I’m sensitive!” I gasped. “I was raised in a pack with manners! We don’t tolerate pain unless it’s stylish!”
“You once ate a whole bag of chili jerky and nearly passed out.”
“That’s different. That was pride. This is a medical emergency.”
“You’re literally just scratched!”
“And emotionally wounded!”
She pressed the gauze down firmly, and I let out a noise that could only be described as a sob-meets-pterodactyl.
“Done,” she said, finally taping it down. “You’ll live.”
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