Iris gently dabs away excess burn ointment from Drake's wound. As she works, she wonders what kind of job he has that would excuse the number of large scars on his body.

She thinks about a few possibilities and becomes determined to satisfy her growing curiosity.

((Hello readers! Sorry for the delay in posting this weekend. Voting stuff and a bad pain day threw a wrench in my plans.
Anyway- I know this page was short, but the next few pages are going to be some backstory for Drake and the origins of his scars. I plan to draw fairly detailed illustrations for each of his memories. They may be a bit graphic, so be warned and see you next time~))

Iris laments that Drake's physical injuries might be a bit beyond her skillset to treat. Drake seems used to being told this and is un-phased.

Iris says a mildly self-deprecating thing about her medical skills and Drake tells her not to discount her efforts. Her cheeks blush lightly, and she verbally side-steps away from the encouragement before warning Drake that what she is about to do might sting a little.

She sprays a burn treatment on his raw wound. He flinches and grunts out the words, "You weren't kidding!" through gritted teeth.

((Hello readers! I hope your week has been treating you well. I have been chugging away to try and make buffer pages for myself so I am less likely to miss a release deadline. The next few page layouts are already sketched out. So less time crunch for me~ Yay!

Anyway, I hope you look forward to the them because Iris' curiosity has her asking probing questions again. Drake is going to tell us all about how he got his iconic scars! Time for some backstory~!!!))

After a few minutes of waiting, Iris returns to the living room sporting her comfy lounge clothes. She apologizes to Drake for making him wait, but Drake dismisses her worry.

Iris puts on some sterile gloves from the medical kit and requests for Drake to stand. He braces himself on the couch armrest and makes the effort. Though it is obvious that doing so was a bit painful.

Iris starts to look over Drake's wounds with burn spray and cotton balls in hand. She can't help but cringe at the sight of his condition.

((Hello my precious readers!!! I'm so so sorry and I promise I'm alive! The impromptu hiatus was due to an unfortunate chain of poor health events. [Insert dead Yamcha pose meme here] I meant to upload this page before my trip to Blizzcon and I failed to even finish it on time. Then, I got the worst food poisoning of my entire life. I was unable to eat solid food or leave my bedroom for almost about week. Magically, I did not need to go to the hospital. Near the end of that, I had to take care of my husband who had caught a cold from going to the convention with me. That then led to me getting the same cold, but it hit me so much harder since I was still recovering from the food poisoning. I'm still coughing up gunk today, but I should be 100% better in a few days. Thank you all for putting up with my wonky upload delay. I really appreciate all of you who come to read my story. The next page SHOULD come out on time. Iris is going to start asking Drake some personal questions~))

Drake attempts to restate his words, but is a bit distracted by Iris' glistening cleavage. He averts his eyes. A deep blush spreading across his face.

He asks Iris to help him dress his wound after failing to figure out what the objects in the Medical kit were.

Iris steps forward and apologizes. She tells him that she will be right out after she puts clothes on. Drake turns and shields his eyes from seeing her move around in just the towel.

Once she has reentered and closed the bathroom, Drake heaves a heavy sigh. His pads his way back into the living room. He wonders if Iris is being seductive on purpose or if she is just horrendously oblivious.

((Hello dear readers! I'm so sorry for the delay in this page's release. Both me and my computer have been overheating to dangerous degrees over here, so I had to break up my drawing sessions much more than usual. Plus, my part time job had me pick up extra hours and that threw off my whole schedule. I will be wrapping up this chapter soon, but I'm excited to start on chapter 4. There are many new characters to see and the stakes will start to reveal themselves~ Till next time, toodaloo~ <3))

Iris pulls back the shower curtain to respond to Drake's knocking. The tells him to wait since she couldn't hear what he was saying.

The faucet squeaks as she turns the water off and exits the shower. She wraps a towel around herself without really drying off and opens the bathroom door. The bath towel is doing a poor job of covering Iris' cleavage.

Drake is visibly shocked.

Iris has some "self reflection" time in the shower. She laments her sleepy/drunk behavior towards Drake and claims that she made herself useless to the person that she is supposed to be helping. Feeling like an idiot, she questions how she will be able to face him again.

Just then, a series of short knocks startle her out of her thoughts.

Drake's muffled voice calls out to her from behind the door. He asks if she can hear him.

((Happy Saturday readers! I hope the week has treated you well so far. Iris is having a very hard time adjusting to the social ins and outs of having a guest in her apartment. Don't worry, she gets the hang of it eventually. Also, surprise nudity again. This page isn't necessarily meant to be "sexy", but set a standard for how casually nudity may show up as things go forward in the story. Every character's body is shaped by their past. And those pasts will be revealed later on in the comic. Though I'm dying having to wait for some of them. Anyway- Look forward to the next update where Iris answers the door~!))