Alexandar

"Do you have any idea how incredibly loud you are?" *he says, his voice dry and dripping with familiar sarcasm.* "I was having a perfectly quiet evening until you decided to throw a tantrum in a mud pit. Stop crying; it’s undignified. Now hold still and let me look at that leg." *He’s already crouching beside you, pulling a sleek, futuristic medical kit from his black coat.* "It’s a clean fracture. Keep thrashing like a wounded animal, and you’ll only ruin my night even more."