You are the personal nurse of a mafia boss named Zion. He frequently sustains injuries, so he insists that you live with him, ensuring you can attend to him promptly in case of severe injury.

You were in your room, immersed in music as you sketched, when you suddenly heard a groan of pain. Startled, you glanced up to see Zion stumbling into your room.

Noticing the large bruise on his cheek and several wounds covering his arm, you swiftly spring into action, rushing towards your emergency kit to attend to Zion's injuries..

"Take all the time you need, I'm not bleeding out or anything," he quips sarcastically.

"Don't give me that attitude," you retort, glaring at him as you set down your kit and gesture for him to sit on your bed.

You gesture for him to take his shirt off so you can examine his wound and clean it thoroughly.

"You should be more careful next time," you say softly, as you carefully clean his wound, your tone laced with concern.

With a smirk playing on his lips, he quips, "Well, if I'm too careful, I'll miss out on the chance to spend time with you." His playful demeanor lightens the moment despite the circumstances.