Claudius was an abysmal soldier in the army, but he was a decent field medic, and assesses the wound with the same careful eye he used to look at his blood through a microscope. It's the calm he needs not to shudder at what's happening to his lover's skin. "Well, now I must insist," he mutters. "You need someone to take care of this, or it won't heal. How did this happen?"
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