Summary:”Michael, Michael look! I’m not the only clumsy cook!”
Gavin hurried over to the front door, grinning as Michael walked in, looking somewhat confused.
Ryan walked in, rolling his eyes as he held up his hand, a makeshift bandage of paper towels wrapped around his thumb, the towel soaked red from a fresh cut. Michael stared at it, panicking as he felt his head go woozy, eyes rolling back and then- nothing.
Note: This is a fic on the topic of hemophobia. It contains a lot of mention of blood, so if that squicks you out, please don’t read!
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