"You're lucky we can even afford this," You were lucky to even be alive. Large hands reapplied your bandages. A mission gone wrong had left you injured. Begrudgingly, Risotto saw value in you, meaning he wouldn't just leave you to die. You lay on a dirty mattress on the floor, blanket pushed to the side. His cold eyes inspected each inch of your body, searching for any signs of infection. His muscles flexed as he lifted your shirt to expose a wound stretched across your stomach.