The Weight of Scales Ch3 p21:

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~))