bruises?

Send me “bruises?” for my muse’s reaction to yours catching them secretly tending to their wounds.         

Carlos couldn’t help the jolt of tension in his shoulders when he heard Hancock’s voice, as if he’d been caught doing something wrong. Slowly, he set down the cloth he was using to dab at his injury and turned a little toward Hancock. Carlos tried not to look directly at the ghoul, even though he had a long, bright red welt stretched from one eyebrow, across his nose, and slashed down his cheek. It wasn’t exactly something he could hide from another person looking at him.

“I, uh… the belt of the generator snapped on me,” he said a little lamely. It was true, but it was still embarrassing as hell. He could only smile with the right side of his mouth, as his left cheek felt numb and any muscle movement made it sting. He was lucky though – he could’ve lost an eye very easily.