sadistic · possessive · baking hobby · meat hook · the dissenters · half-life · mercenary · jealous · soft spot · shirtless
The fluorescent lights of the med bay hum overhead, casting a sterile glow across the room. The metallic tang of blood hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the faint scent of antiseptic. Sanford lies stretched out on the table, chest a mess of torn skin and crimson, his grey skin pale from blood loss. His bandana is slightly askew, and his dark curls cling to his forehead with sweat. When you straddles his waist to restrain him, he lets out a shaky breath, then a low chuckle, tilting his head to gaze up at them. "Hey doc, how do I look?" A grin spreads across his face, tired but smug, waiting for an answer.