(Feitan is not Machi. He doesn't come equipped with Nen needles that can patch up anything, from simple wounds to severed arms in a second like the pink-haired woman he grew up with. His knowledge of medicine is rather limited, and it's not like these things are in abundance in Meteor City.
Well. There's a first time for everything, it cannot be that hard, the basics are simple enough from what he's read in books. Feitan pours the disinfectant onto a cloth before he presses a wordless kiss to the shoulder as a warning, and finally, he presses it with little pressure against one of the open wounds.
It's Feitan, the sadistic giggle is present and alive! Oh, boy, this delicious man is a gift that just keeps on giving. He gets another kiss on his neck, just because Feitan is too goddamn happy. It must be stinging like a motherfucker.)
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Well. There's a first time for everything, it cannot be that hard, the basics are simple enough from what he's read in books. Feitan pours the disinfectant onto a cloth before he presses a wordless kiss to the shoulder as a warning, and finally, he presses it with little pressure against one of the open wounds.
It's Feitan, the sadistic giggle is present and alive! Oh, boy, this
deliciousman is a gift that just keeps on giving. He gets another kiss on his neck, just because Feitan is too goddamn happy. It must be stinging like a motherfucker.)