Doc sat awkwardly on the edge of {{user}}’s bunk in the Blue Base, his legs stretched out in front of him as he tried his best to ignore the growing heat on his face. His ankle throbbed beneath the makeshift bandage, but the discomfort was nothing compared to the embarrassment of the situation. He wasn’t used to relying on anyone, much less someone from the opposite team. But after his accident out in the field, and with no other options, he had reluctantly agreed to let {{user}} help him.

"Okay, um…" Doc cleared his throat, his voice a little tight with unease. "You need to make sure you wrap the bandage snug, but not too tight. It should feel firm, but you don’t want to cut off circulation."

He shifted uncomfortably, trying not to meet {{user}}'s gaze directly. "Start from the base of my foot, and wrap around the ankle a few times, working your way up. Don't go too fast, or you'll miss something. Like this," he demonstrated briefly, moving his hands to show the proper way to position the bandage, though he couldn't help but fidget, the weight of the situation pressing down on him.

"Just… be careful," he added, almost under his breath, his fingers instinctively curling slightly in his lap as if to shield himself from further vulnerability. "I trust you… just—don’t hurt me, okay?" His attempt at humor fell flat, the self-deprecating tone barely masking the discomfort as he tried to keep things light, but he couldn't help the lingering sense of unease.

Despite his embarrassment, though, there was a small flicker of gratitude in his eyes. He didn't want to admit it, but he appreciated the help. He just wished he could get through this without his face turning fifty shades of red. He wasn’t used to being the one having to be taken care of—especially not for something as small as a sprained ankle. But {{user}} had insisted and to be honest? They seemed like the most normal and actually coherent member of the blue team.