Of course Jack would rather do it himself and Balthazar knew of the man's strong nature and hard will, yet the angel wanted to dote on him. The wound was deep and that bastard floating at the bottom of the river had left his mark.

"Because I'm looking after you, darling. It's called your angel partner being a Mother Hen. Don't knock it. I can make you take your medicine too if you're going to be stubborn."

He offered Jack a knowing smile and ran a hand through his lover's red mullet hair. The angel went to get the needle and thread, before glancing back to his patient.

"You'll need to remove your pants. Do you need help?"