[That pain and the anxiety of not having contact goes to his head, making Keith flighty and fidgety, lightheaded enough that he doesn't fully notice Hunk coming back with the kit. Or that he's about to dump a whole lot of pain on top of his leg.
He hisses in through gritted teeth, a hand clutching to whatever of Hunk's armor is within his reach. He's used to doing this himself with disinfectant, but Altean version? Hurts like shit. It pours into the wound and it's like a fire lit through every muscle and blood vessel from his leg to his stomach.]
Hunk - Save some of that for yourself, we still have to check you over. [Yeah, he's still not thinking much of himself in this.]
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He hisses in through gritted teeth, a hand clutching to whatever of Hunk's armor is within his reach. He's used to doing this himself with disinfectant, but Altean version? Hurts like shit. It pours into the wound and it's like a fire lit through every muscle and blood vessel from his leg to his stomach.]
Hunk - Save some of that for yourself, we still have to check you over. [Yeah, he's still not thinking much of himself in this.]