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While he follows my instructions, I reach under the sink and grab the kit.
Turning, my heart free falls when I see the slash across his firm abdomen. There's definitely going to be a scar and I immediately open the small box and pull out ointment, hydrogen peroxide wipes, gauze and cotton balls. Then I get to work, cleaning my man up. We didn't just go through all that and escape to have him catch some awful infection from Tony's most-likely dirty blade.
Moving to stand between his sprawled legs, I cover a cotton ball with hydrogen peroxide and very carefully wipe away the dry, crusty blood. The moment I frown, he presses his index finger between my brows, smoothing the worry lines out.
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