Disclaimer: Not mine, unfortunately.
Challenge Word: Local
Word Count: 98...Two words shy, but that's ok, right?
The dim, yellow glow shrouded the brothers in the tiny bathroom.
Dean sat, back towards Sam, on the closed toilet lid. Sam used the now pink washcloth, methodically removing dirt and excess blood from his brother's damaged skin.
Despite the room's bad lighting, he could tell the gash required more than a few bandages.
"It's really deep, Dean."
"Come on, Sammy. It's nothing you can't handle. A little local anesthesia, a couple of stitches, and we're good to go."
"We don't have any local anesthesia."
"I know." Dean passed the suture kit. "A guy can dream, can't he?"