Here you are tending to his wounds, your hands graze the gash that was near his abdomen. His body shivered and stiffened up, every time he felt your hand press against his wound with the gauze.

'' Hang in there, Cloud.."

'' Fuck..'' His curse muffled as he was biting down on his shirt that was held up by his teeth, so you can gain easier access to wrap his injury. His eyebrow furrows as he held back his pained groans. His jaw tightens when you go for another wrap for good measures.