It was a familiar motion, yet never in a situation like this. Not when his panic was over weighing everything else between them. It wouldn't matter how sexy the motion could be if Arthur got sick. His health mattered more than anything.

Getting the needle ready, he poured alcohol over the needle to ensure it was truly disinfected. Infection might still happen, but they would do the best they could.

"We can get you antibiotics later. I know a person that can get it for me." A nurse he'd spent time with, but thankfully parted from on good terms.

Taking a breath, he put the needle to skin and pushed through for the first stitch.