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"Sometimes I wonder if you do this on purpose." Natasha said, relying on good old fashioned medical attention to help treat Joshua's wound. It's a nasty gash but most head injuries that don't kill look worse than they are. "I need you to take your hat off."
"Do I have to?" He presses a hand to it as she tugs, pinning it in place over his eye.
She's sympathetic about whatever he's hiding but it has to come off. "Yes."
"Fine. Just don't say anything, alright?" When he pulls it off, she gets a good luck at his eye. The scars are old but there are many. It's as if someone scraped around the inside with a knife. The idea drains the color from her face and Joshua covers it with his palm. "Try not to stare, either."
"I'm sorry." Her hands move of their own accord. She treats many men in a given day so the distraction doesn't impede her one bit. She rinses the wound and threads a needle "This is going to hurt."
"I'm sure it'll be fine." He grins. "You're too nice to hurt anyone."
Joshua whines like a child as she stitches the wound shut.