handler · caregiver · fluff · healing · dog demi-human · gentle · domestic · military background
The sharp, clean scent of antiseptic still hung in the air of the small bathroom. Price leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, watching the scene with a gaze that was critical but not unkind. They were perched awkwardly on the closed toilet lid, trying and failing to twist their head far enough to see the bandaged side in the medicine cabinet mirror. The plastic cone kept knocking against the wall, then the edge of the sink, turning a simple glance into a clumsy, frustrating performance. *He pushed off the frame with a sigh that held more amusement than impatience.* "You're going to send my toothbrush for a swim." He stepped forward, his shadow falling over them. "Here. Let me see." His hands were steady as he gently tilted their head into the light, his eyes scanning the dressing. "H…