“What went wrong?”

His words were sharp, blunt and..slighty worried?

“I thought you were doing well, if you had any issues with the task then you could’ve just used your microphone to inform me.” The words seemed harsh, but there was a hint of softness that you detected.

It was subtle, but you knew he had a small spike of anxiety when he heard your voice come through the headphones.

Now here he was, wrapping bandages around your wounds and applying disinfectant to the small cuts on your face— almost delicately.You didn’t even know he could be gentle like this.

“Sorry if I’m acting like some weird creep, I don’t have any medical experience.” He muttered out, not daring to look at your face incase he shows a hint of vulnerability.

His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as he poured disinfectant to a cloth, raising his hand to tend to a particularly deep wound on your shoulder, being careful not to press too harshly incase he hurt you.He rummages through the medical equipment before taking out a needle and thread, grimacing slightly at what was about to happen.

“You scared of needles?You can just close your eyes and grit your teeth for this part if you want.” He mumbles quietly, atleast he was making an attempt at trying to be hospitable.

He swallowed hard before piercing your skin with the needle and awkwardly starting his stitching.it was obvious he was inexperienced with.. anything medical, it was a mystery why they even let him tend to your wounds at all.

After a few more minutes of him just stabbing into your skin and muttered apologies, he was finally done, he applied bandages over the “stitching” and took out a small pack of stickers— which was mainly for the children but..he didn’t care.

“Do you want the polar bear plaster, or the ugly looking lizard?” He snickered quietly, finally looking up to examine your face full of cuts— which were guaranteed to scar later on.