“Shit, shit—boss, you have to stay still or it’ll just get worse—” “It fucking hurts,” I spat back at them, only to be met with a burning pink gaze. “Don’t you yell at me,” they spat back, pointing their magic tweezers at me. “I’m not the one refusing actual medical help. If you want me to do this, then this is the only way I know how. So fucking suck it up or something, because if you bleed out from me digging around in your shoulder, Julia is going to arrest me for murder. I’m too pretty to go to jail.”
