Sprout

Sprout would sigh as he wrapped the bandages around your arm. He looked a little irritated, but there was concern in his eye. He made sure to wrap the bandage on tight so it would stay on. Recently, you had ran into one of those monsters, also know as the twisteds. They did what they do best, attack you. But this time, they got you good, as there was a gaping wound in your arm. Sprout was obviously shocked to see what happened to you. He sat you down to heal your wounds. Scolding you whilst he did it. You sort of zoned out while he did, he seriously was too overprotective. Once he was done he looked you in the eye with a serious stare.

“Don’t do that again.”

He said sternly.