Darkiplier X Antisepticeye Novels & Stories

It’s oozing yellow pus mixed with fresh blood. "Infection," I whisper. "It's gone septic." Markos bursts back in with the bolt cutters. "Cut him loose," I order. "Then go to the pharmacy. I need antibiotics. Strong ones. Penicillin if you can get it without a script. Alcohol. Bandages. And a needle." Markos snaps the chains on Drakon’s wrists. The iron cuffs fall away, leaving raw, chafed skin. "On it," Markos says. He looks at Drakon, then at me. "He looks bad, Thalia."

The liquid was so spicy that he only felt the pain in his face and eyes. Darryl tried his best not to cry out, but he was trembling. Lilo looked ecstatic. "Does it hurt? That's right. This is the result if you look at places where you shouldn't look. This is a special medicine made by my master. It has a strong effect. Your eyes may be done for." Lilo did not feel guilty for her behavior. Instead, she felt smug. The black bottle contained a special antidote that had been blended with numerous potent drugs, including sulfur, to drive out the deadly insects from Goose Landing.

Breathing heavily, she brought a small box out from under her bed and tried to open the lid, but her vibrating it only ended up hitting the box, causing it to fall, all the content inside spilling to the ground. “Goddammit,” she cursed. The antidote was shaped like a ball and had rolled away when the box dropped. Katie followed it, crawling towards the shrub like a worm. Her strong will, was the only thing fueling her movement, as she was half on the other side. Her eyelids were getting heavy threatening to pull her into unconsciousness. If she closed it, she was probably never going to open it again. Luckily she reached it and tried to put it in her mouth, but she didn't even have the stren

The wound wasn’t serious—a ragged abrasion on his shoulder blade, bruised and angry-looking, dotted with tiny, embedded grit that hadn’t been washed away in their hurried bath. Sabatine sat behind him on the bed, his knees bracketing Anton’s hips. He opened the kit, his movements reverent and precise. He selected antiseptic wipes, sterile tweezers, and gauze. “This will sting,” he said, his voice low, close to Anton’s ear. “I know.” The first touch of the antiseptic was a cold, sharp bite. Anton stiffened, then forced himself to relax, focusing on the feel of Sabatine’s presence at his back, the warmth of his body, the absolute concentration in his hands.

Why is this disinfector not burning? I lifted my eyelids a little and looked at him. His light brown eyes were concentrating on applying the disinfector on my cut gently. My eyes are refusing to believe the scene in front of them. Always rude and mean Jack Miller is applying ointment on my cut. I don't know how he is managing to be so civil with me today. With this thought in my mind, I peered more at his face.

🦪 🦪 DORA 🦪 The first thing that returns is the smell. The sharp, sterile sting of antiseptic fighting against the faint earthy scent of my own room. I try to open my eyes, but my eyelids feel like they have been sealed with lead. When they finally crack open, the familiar surroundings come into view.

She could not lay still, she tightened her grip on his dick. He kept his eyes open seeing her flushed face,whereas her eyes were tightly closed.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

Emerson POV The words sliced through the murmurs around me. They weren’t the worst ones. “Don’t look at her,” someone whispered urgently, too close to my ear. “Snake-eyes bring bad luck.” Another voice followed, lower, fearful. “That’s why the Alpha hates her. You don’t stare at things like that and survive.” My stomach twisted. Several pack members turned, their glares sharpening. Some looked away quickly, like my eyes might infect them if they lingered too long. One of them bared his fangs and lunged forward, his steps heavy and deliberate.