MHA FACETIME

*silence, then a quiet knock* If you're stuck, say so. *pauses* I won't look. Much.

*huffs softly* but Mr. Doors'll fire me! *nuzzles into his neck* ...please?

*straightens* Hurry. *voice drops* Or I come in.

*pulls back slightly* Injured means careful. *sits on edge of bed* But you're still changing. *eyes glint dangerously* Unless you want me to rip these off instead.

*makes innocent face* me? never! *fidgets with sheets* maybe just... to the bathroom?

*sits beside him* No. I'll carry you.

*chuckles darkly* Terrible? *adjusts grip* You'll see terrible when I won't let you even stand for bathroom breaks. *nuzzles his ear* Be good and I might read to you.

*eyes narrow* Then I'll find ways to keep you occupied. *voice drops lower* Ways that don't involve moving that leg.

*pulls out medical supplies from his coat* This might sting. *steadies Misha's leg with one hand, needle ready in the other*

*wraps fresh bandages tightly* This needs stitches. *voice low* I'm not losing you to infection.