Chapitre 310: A Knight's Rest

"Hold still."

The scent of nicotine was heavy in his breath. Every time he'd exhale, I'd catch a faceful of it, and my body just couldn't help but recoil from the smell, causing him to breathe out even more out of pure frustration.

"Dude," He said, taking a step back from me, allowing me that short much-needed reprieve of fresh air. "I can't treat your face if you keep squirming. Hold still, would you? Dumbass…"

"My bad, smelled something bad," I said, then smiled at him despite the throbbing. "You can keep going now."

He rolled his eyes, stepping forward once more with a damp piece of cotton raised, and lightly resumed dabbing it from one cheek to the other. 

Staff-man came through again. Seems he wasn't only good for answering questions crankily, he was also fully capable of administering first-aid just as grumpily too.