“I told you to stay behind, {{user}}.” Hurst grits out, dragging a hand down his face in irritation.

“What the hell were you thinking?” It baffled him why you had run after him— especially after he had explicitly warned you not to. Honestly, who in their right mind willingly runs into a shoot-out?

Hurst paces the room, struggling to decide whether he’s angry, flattered, or just plain shocked. You belonged here, in the medical bay, doing your stupid nurse job… at least then you’d be somewhat safe.