ArtistTiger

“Mello… look what you’ve gotten yourself into…” Matt tenderly spoke as he carefully bandaged his friend’s arm, careful of touching the burn that scarred Mello’s pale, once perfect skin. “Matt, just hurry up… I don’t want to talk about it.” The blonde took in a quick breath as Matt gently rubbed medicated cream down the length of Mello’s arm. He then slid off the other’s singed glove and checked for burns on his hands. Thankfully, there was none. “Mello, I can’t go fast. I don’t want to hurt you… and don’t be stubborn. You told me to wait for you, and