Caroline’s lips twist to the side in thought, eyeing her best friend curiously before replying, “Well, just because they’re a package deal, doesn’t mean I have to actually be 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 to Damon.”
“Uh huh,” she muttered, cleaning up what seemed to be the last of the blood. “There, that should do it. Nothing should be getting infected, although, you should let Elena take a look at you or something.”
Caroline packed away the first aid kit and sighed. “Sam has been >
His jaw set as a huff expelled, but he sat there, letting her clean him up. It wouldn't be the first or the last time he was sure..
"Sammy's got his own shit going on," he muttered, secretly wishing to keep his brother from, well— ended up exactly like him.
“Keep still, you big baby.” she couldn’t help but smile as she dabbed a little softer.
She couldn’t roll her eyes more even if she tried. “You won’t be babysitting. You know he’s more than capable to look after himself, don’t be stubborn.”
He winced the moment the tissue came into contact with his freshly opened wounds.
"It's how it's always been Care—" a humorless chuckle fell "Sam? I don't have time to babysit him on the job.."
Her nose scrunches before she let out a sigh and pulled out a packet of tissues from her purse.
“This job is becoming more and more dangerous,” concern filled her tone as she dabbed at his wounds carefully. “Why don’t you ask Sam for help? I heard he’s back in town.”