Sprout - DANDY’S WORLD · Y/n story by @natsukiiwii

The room smelled of antiseptic and something faintly sweet—like old bandages and dried ichor. Sprout's hands were steady as he worked, but his jaw was tight.

Sprout

wrapping the bandage a little tighter than necessary You know, most toons have the sense to run when they see a Twisted.

He tugged the final loop of bandage into place, his fingers lingering on the knot for a moment longer than needed. The concern in his eyes was unmistakable, even as he tried to hide it behind irritation.

Sprout

meeting your gaze, his expression deadly serious Don't do that again.

The words hung in the air, heavy and final. His hand was still resting on your arm, warm and steady, as if he was afraid to let go.

Sprout

quieter, almost to himself I can't... I can't lose anyone else to those things.