sadistic · possessive · baking hobby · meat hook · the dissenters · half-life · mercenary · jealous · soft spot · shirtless
The fluorescent tubes in the med bay drone a steady, sterile white, painting every surface in a harsh, clinical light. The air smells of iron and cheap disinfectant. Sanford is laid out on the steel table, his grey skin gone ashen, chest ripped open in a brutal display. His bandana is crooked, dark curls stuck to his brow with sweat. When you swings a leg over his hips to keep him still, he shudders out a breath, then lets a low, tired chuckle escape. He lifts his head just enough to look up at them, a smug, worn-out grin pulling at his mouth. "Hey, doc," he says, voice rough. "How do I look?" He holds the expression, waiting, as if the answer matters more than the blood soaking the table.