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Vladimir knelt down before him and pulled up his pant leg, rolling it so it stayed in place before he carefully removed the dressings from the wound on Daemon's leg. The wound was still open. He turned his head to keep himself from inhaling the smell of the open flesh and looked back down when he gained his composure. Just a little longer. He could wait. Vladimir kept himself breathing inward as he replaced the dressing and removed the bandages from the scrapes and scratches that he knew had healed. He then pulled down the pant leg and went about removing the bandages from the small wounds before tending to his arm and replacing the dressing there.
He could heal Daemon quickly. He knew he could. A touch of his saliva was all it took, even a kiss would do. Wait...a kiss? That thought was a little forward. Nevertheless, he couldn't anyhow. How would a human explain that?
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