[he flinches again, hissing in displeasure at how she wipes it down. it's still hardly the worst he's ever suffered, but he's annoyed enough to overreact a little bit.]
[he gets it though, once he realizes. he knows he would probably be grumpy if she'd gotten hurt too, even if he doesn't think he would resort to bad bedside manner.]
You are allowed to be worried. I should not have said otherwise. [his voice is calmer, with an apology in the tone.] But can you please stop taking it out on my injured hand?
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[he gets it though, once he realizes. he knows he would probably be grumpy if she'd gotten hurt too, even if he doesn't think he would resort to bad bedside manner.]
You are allowed to be worried. I should not have said otherwise. [his voice is calmer, with an apology in the tone.] But can you please stop taking it out on my injured hand?