Alex arrived at their dorm, opening the door slowly - since he wasn’t sure whether their old dorm was still theirs - but as soon as he could look through a little crack he could see Nigel standing already. The way he stared at his abdomen made Alex shiver briefly. However, as soon as he entered, he didn’t show any expression anymore though.
‘Are you okay?’ he muttered remarkably soft and warm. He closed the door behind, getting some pads and disinfectant out of his pocket, and he came closer.
'You better be,’ he muttered as reply when he lifted Nigel’s shirt without asking and investigated the cuts again. 'Don’t worry. These cuts won’t become scars. And if they do, you won’t see them very well.’ Well, that was comforting.
He put some of the disinfectant onto a cotton pad and softly pressed it against the cut without warning or so. Despite he’d been looking guilty and shocked some minutes ago back in the other room, he seemed to be carelessly again now.