◦⎯⎯⎯❦⎯⎯⎯◦ Backstory: Y/N fought the demogorgons with Steve and got got a (pretty deep,) big injury on her arm, so Max helps her disinfect it. ◦⎯⎯⎯❦⎯⎯⎯◦
Mike POV
I looked at Y/N's big, swollen wound. Three deep scratches were planted all the way from her shoulder to her wrist.
Y/N scoffed, taking off her sweater and grabbing the rubbing alcohol, as well as a few cotton pads.
She sighed, pouring some rubbing alcohol onto a pad before wiping it over the one of the scratches slowly.
I looked at Steve: "What even happened?"
He shook his head, sighing: "She fought some demogorgons with me. One scratched her, but she fought till we were back in the bus. She didn't even complain, or yell, or anything, really. That kid is gonna be the death of us."
I sighed, looking back at my twin sister, Y/N.
Max was now standing next to her: "Hey, no no no, you're doing it wrong!"
She dragged a chair over to Y/N, making her sit down. Y/N sat down with a quiet groan.
Max shook her head, whispering something as she grabbed the bottle.
"Cotton pads?", Max asked, raising her eyebrows, "These are gonna fall apart in your wound, Y/N. You wanna get an infection?"
Y/N looked at the cotton in confusion as Max grabbed a fabric kitchen towel and poured a bunch of the alcohol onto it.
"Sorry, Y/N", Max murmured, pressing the towel over her wounds, dragging it across her arm.
I could see that Y/N bit her lower lip and sighed. Steve looked at me and I turned my head to see him: "What?"
Steve sighed: "What do you mean What? That's gonna be a sick scar."
I chuckled silently, looking back at the two girls. Y/N bit her lip, furrowing her brows as Max looked at her: "Sorry, sorry, okay?"
She grabbed bandages, wrapping them around her arm. "You're okay, yeah?", Max whispered.
I raised an eyebrow. I never expected to hear those words coming out of Max's mouth. She was usually tough and rather rude.
Y/N nodded, closing the bottle and looking at her arm. Max finished bandaging her and then started cleaning up.
Y/N got up, grabbing her olive green sweater: "Thanks, Maxine." Max turned around: "Don't."
Y/N chuckle, helping Max clean everything up. I took a closer look at Max, seeing a small laugh escape her.
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