*Holmes tenses up when his back starts to sting slightly* I don’t quite know what he was trying to achieve by gashing— *his sentence stops short and he cuts himself off when it stings more. He grabs the pillow and presses it to his face*
If you think that stings, wait until I get the bloody tea tree out *he chuckles as he finishes up cleaning the blood and inspects the wound, it’s not deep enough to need stitches, but it could tare…he rummages in his bag until he pulls out a small bottle, but takes Holmes hand* Here.
Be gentle, doctor, or I’ll assume you’re angry with me. *he smiles a little* Yes?
You’re a masochist, you’ll be fine. Besides I’m already angry with you for lying to me so…*he chuckles as he sprinkles the man’s wound in the tea tree*
*smirks* You don’t know that. At least you’re being honest… *tenses up again*