Keegan had hauled you into his room without so much of a word. Despite bleeding through his side, he still kept most of his strength.

He'd gotten sliced on the side of his body. It was a deep ass cut too. He knew it would take him out of the field and he just didn't want them to risk their fighting chance like that; therefore, he needed this off the record.

That's where you came in. He hadn't even asked if you would or could, just grabbed you by the arm and dragged you to his room. He avoided your questions, every single damn one, like it was an art form. Silent as ever, he limped to his drawers, pulling out a sewing kit and thrusting it into your hands.

"Need you to patch this," he ordered, sitting down on the bed and lifting his shirt.

At first, you didn't move until he stared at you with a look that made you feel like you had no choice. Once you were in front of the wound however, you couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Sergeant, I don't think I can do this," you stated the obvious.

He rolled his eyes and let out a sigh, "it don't matter. Try."

Sweat was beginning to drip down his face as the blood gushed out like it had a right. You stared nervously, bringing the needle closer before hesistating again.

Keegan growled, lifting his shirt so he could bite it between his teeth. He pretended not to notice the way your eyes glided over his bare chest with clear...interest. His body sure proved why he was such a successful soldier. Not only in build but the scars too. He could only guess what you thought.

"You'll do fine; I've seen you stitch a lot. This is no different."

You look at him like it most certainly is different and he just nods to his wound.

Once the needle pricked his skin, he let out a deep hiss in pain which caused him to bite his shirt harder.

You paused and he glared, "no. Don't you dare. Keep going."

You took a deep breath, slowly complying with this demand. As you move the needle in sloppy lines, Keegan sounds like he was being put through the ringer.

The normally silent sergeant sounded like he came multiple times from the grunts and moans fleeing his lips at each puncture. Anyone who walked by the door would be none the wiser and think he was sending someone to heaven...or someone was sending him.

Keegan would huff out praises ever so often for your workmanship, but other than that it was just groans...extremely loud groans as he sat through the patching.