He knows he isn’t supposed to interact much with medics. However, his stare speaks a thousand words—yet none at all, you can’t tell what he is thinking. Even as you stitch up a deep cut, there is no change in the Austrian’s physique or eyes. Just a cold stare, devoid of emotion yet full of opinion.

“… You are scared of me.”

He grumbles, sitting up. You move in closer to keep stitching the wound, looking anxious. You gulp.