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“Look, I know it’s gonna be bad, K,” Quill sighs, rubbing his bandaged cheek. “Can we just hurry this up?”
The fox(? Quill still isn’t really sure, in the few weeks that he’s been here, K has continued to be a complete anomaly) rolls her eyes, he thinks, and he’s sure her tail would be swishing too if she had one. “You’re overestimating how bad it’ll be,” She huffs, turning to face him. “For all you know it’ll look good as new.”
Quill sighs again, quieter this time, tapping his thighs with his paws. K finishes up whatever she was doing and starts unwrapping the bandages, and then grimaces. Not a good sign.
“It’s not as bad as it could be,” She says, and she sounds genuine, going to grab a hand mirror. “But it is scabbing, and it’ll probably leave a scar if I had to guess.”
K hands the mirror to him, and he examines his face. Yep, definitely going to scar. He’s lucky it didn’t end up partially blinding him. “Jeez, okay. Fuck.”
“It’ll be fine, kiddo,” K says gently. “It could’ve been much worse.”
Yeah , Quill thinks. Could’ve been much worse. Like me being fucking killed. Oh, wait, I was.
“Yeah, I guess so,” Is what he actually says.