Lucien sat on his large bed, watching Elian go back and forth from the washroom, searching for something.
"You should have let me go, you should have stepped out of the way..." Elian walked toward the bed, muttering angrily as he dropped a clean pile of cloths and a bowl on the bed.
"Take this off," he started to unbutton Lucien's shirt, gently peeling it away from his body, careful not to hurt his injured arm.
"I'm really not hurting..." Lucien cupped Elian's face. "It's just a scratch." He whispered.
"Don't touch me... you're not allowed." Elian moved his face away, soaking a cloth in the bowl and wringing water off it.
Lucien sighed, letting Elian work quietly.
"Ugh..." he grunted as Elian wiped the surface of his wound.
"It hurts, right?" Elian rolled his eyes. "You should have thought about it before trying to stop me."
"But I did stop you," Lucien replied softly.
