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))

Drake is relived that he may finally be able to cover up with real clothed again. His and Iris' hands touch during the process of handing off the small pile of clothes.

Iris flinches and goes quiet for a moment before Drake regains her attention. She sputters out apologies as she releases the clothes over to Drake.

She fidgets with her fingers and asks him if she can shower instead of him changing in the bathroom first. The loss of her boozy-buzz seems to have given way to a nervous energy.

((Hello Readers!!!
Sorry for the delay again. We had some ppl catch a stomach bug here in the house this last week, so that took some time from my usual drawing schedule. I may have to make the new default release day every other Sunday from now on if this keeps up. Eheh~
Anyway, I have fun news! I will be doing weekly art streams on Twitch on Monday nights (6:45pm Pacific) alongside a good friend of mine. Feel free to drop by my channel to say hi and get a look behind the scenes.
My channel:
https://www.twitch.tv/fanimalcreations

See you next time~!))

Drake occupies himself with inspecting the things on the living room TV stand. He picks up a framed picture of Iris' family and turns it in his hands as he comments how he can't find any brush strokes on the "tiny painted portrait."

Suddenly, there is a loud clattering and crash as Iris announces her success in finding clothes.
She triumphantly presents them to Drake while wearing a big grin on her face. She specifies that she found items that would help keep him warm.

Drake succeeds in rousing Iris a bit more, but her behavior has changed again. Now she seems bubbly and even flirty?!

Drake is doing his best to remain a gentleman as Iris inadvertently tests his resolve by squishing her chest into him with her shirt askew.

Meanwhile an oblivious Iris is slowly remembering who Drake is and why he is there.

Drake pulls her shirt back up onto her shoulders. Much to Iris' delight, he then spins her around to face away from him.

(Hello readers! I hope you enjoy this page as much as I did. I was giggling to myself the whole time while drawing. Will Drake ever figure out why Iris is acting so strange? Yes. But you'll have to wait to see that reaction. See you all next time~!)