Aphmau X Child! Reader

Chapter 6

"...How long do you plan on staring at me?" "...Til' you tell me what happened while I was asleep and why my girl's passed out."

Aurther huffed, folding his arms across his chest and closing his weary eyes.

Papa Wolf smirked with a chuckled, "Thas' what I thought. Better watch your mouth, man."

He had woken up right when the baby wolf had fallen asleep, all curled up in his lap with her face pressed up into his chest. Her breaths were slow, even..it was the first time in a long time she looked so-

Calm.

Papa Wolf wanted to cry again--he was too soft for this fatherhood crap.

"I didn't know Cassi was still trying find help for her little side buisness..." He coughed. His hip felt like it was on fire, burning under flesh. But he couldn't let this guy know that.

No weakness can be shown.

Never.

"Moreover such useless help..Can you even dress a wound? Smuggle medicine?" "The girl was more pleasent to talk to than you. And her name is Cristina, now. Not Cassandra."

"Damn, a name a change too? Who caught up to her scheme?"

Aurther stood. And Papa Wolfs crooked fanged smile only grew.

Ahh, yeah, he was gonna hit him.

Make him shut up.

He'd like to see him try--it'll give Papa Wolf even more of a reason to take out all of his pent rage on him. He braced himself, waited for the punch while hunching over the small wolf.

But..found his dirty rumbled T-shirt being lifted up and over his head instead. It was more than a little awkward, seeing as his hands were still cuffed infront of him, but one quick tear did it.

Papa Wolf froze. Tensed. Whatever you want to call it. For the first time in his life, he had nothing to say. He didn't even do anything when Aurther picked up his pup - gently - and sat her on the far side of the couch. No matter how loud his mind was screaming to kill this man for even touching her.

Aurther inspected the wound on the side or Papa Wolfs torso with rough hands.

"Whoa--Are you..trying to cop a feel, man?" "Stop talking. You're wasting energy. I can tell by your labored breaths that just running your mouth exhausts you. Just be quiet and let me change your dressing."

Papa Wolf decided to be quiet.

The silence wasn't all that strangling. Any attempt at joking (to cope) went in one ear and out the other on Aurthers hand. He was focused on gently unwrapping Papa Wolfs bandage to look at the damage.

He winced at the dried blood caked around a bruising hip. It must've been broken. What was worse was the yellowed skin around a gashing wound near the lung that was still leaking blood.

"Ah..I've had a lot of people kneel between my legs before," Papa Wolf chuckled weakly. Aurther frowned at the implication, "But none have looked so displeased...How bad is it?"

"Looks infected. But treatable. Your hip is most definitely broken, you may need it replaced." "A hip replacment, eh? I really am becoming an old man."

"..Humor is not a healthy way to cope with trauma. Is that how you want your daughter to learn, growing up? When something had happens to her, do you want to her to joke her way out of it?"

Papa Wolf frowned and looked up at the roof. He wished there were windows in here.

He didn't know what time of day it was.