Pass the asprin

She didn't realize the odd scent upon him until her face was buried deeply into his side. Did he smell like an injury? She didn't have a great amount of experience with injuries but she'd never forgotten the smell of an open wound. She'd hold back a worried whine as he greeted her, his words bright as he kissed her and nuzzled her back. Was he trying to hide his injuries from her? "Hello, my lightning bolt." She'd nuzzle a bit closer, was that a healing poultice? "Voltage, what have you been into?" She'd whisper, her concern for him very much obvious in the morbid curiosity of her voice. Maybe ignorance was bliss, but she wanted to know what he'd been doing, why it was he was injured. "You're hurt," her soft voice was worried. She had every faith in him, but the world was dangerous and you never knew what was going to happen.
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