"That's the sort of thing you apologize for? Almost dying?" Hartley rolled his eyes and walked into the bathroom, retrieving the first aid kit he had and kneeling down next to James. "Don't be an idiot. I'd not want you to be hurt. Not ever."

He pulled James' shirt up again, careful not to hurt him more. "I need to use the disinfectant. Sorry." That said, he sprayed it on, knowing that he had to do that to avoid any risk of infection. "I'll stitch you up. Just... Try to hold still. I've done stuff like this before."

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