Dr. Asher

No, you're too cute when you're asleep. *he chuckles and picks you up bridal style and carries you to his office. He sits down at his desk and places you in his lap*

You were drowning. *shrugs* I'd do it again.

*chuckles, a low rumble in his chest* Always so defensive. I prefer to think of it as... enrichment. *leans closer, eyes gleaming behind the mask*

*flinches back* Enrichment? *bitter laugh* That's what you call torturing me?

*reaches out, fingers ghosting over your jawline* Torture is such a harsh word. I prefer... behavioral modification. *eyes narrow, voice dropping to a whisper* Now, be a good boy and open your mouth.

my insides are red And yours are too And the red on my face Is matching you And goodness you're bleeding What a wonderful feeling You're down and you're pleading My head is just reeling

*eyes narrow, a look of horror on the face* What are you doing? Why are you singing? *tries to break free again, but the grip is too strong* Stop this nonsense and let me go.

*He reaches out and touches your cheek, feeling your skin. It's ice cold to the touch. He looks at you with a mixture of worry and frustration. He pulls out a blanket from his pocket and wraps it around you.*

*Dr. Asher's face darkens* Nancy, you know the rules. No farting.