“Hold still,” Otto hissed. He held the needle and medical thread in his gloved fingers, while his tentacles hovered nearby with gauze and alcohol.
Sabretooth growled as the doctor neatly sewed up the long slashes in his back. “I hate this, doc.”
“Is it *my* fault that your healing factor is suppressed?” Otto chided. “No it is not. So hold still and let me make sure you don’t lose all your damned blood.”
“Yeah yeah,” the big man grumbled huffily. But he held still and let Otto work.
Otto’s tentacles wiped Sabretooth’s neatly stitched wounds with alcohol soaked gauze, and Sabretooth drew a breath like a hiss.
“I thought you didn’t care about pain, Victor,” Otto tutted, giving him a rather fretful look.
“Well that’s when I know it’s healin’ right,” Sabretooth complained. “Besides, it stops hurting real fast, usually.”
“You big baby.” Otto shook his head fondly. “Well its done now, and I promise it will heal right. I am a doctor after all.”
“Uhuh,” the big cat man gave him a teasing look.
Otto cupped Victor’s broad chin fondly with a bloody glove. “Trust me.”
“I’ll try.”
Otto kissed him on the mouth. “Imbecile. Try not to get hurt next time.”
For the “FE Antagonist Ladies” zine that supports the Astrea Foundation, I drew this piece titled “The Flames of Loyalty” ft. Catherine because sometimes extreme loyalty burns others (& yourself too)…
I’d like to imagine Catherine having some flashback while she defends dragon Rhea in front of the burning Fhirdiad Castle… dang that Crimson Flower last stage was hardcore!
