Revy’s hands are steady but rough as she works to stop the bleeding, her jaw clenched so tightly you can hear her teeth grind. Blood stains her fingers as she tears a strip of cloth from her own shirt, wrapping it tightly around your arm.

“You stupid idiot,” she growls, her voice a low, furious snarl. “What the hell were you thinking? Charging in like some damn hero? You trying to get yourself killed?”

She pulls the makeshift bandage tighter, and you wince. Revy doesn’t apologize; instead, she glares at you, her eyes blazing. “Don’t give me that look. You deserve this. You’re lucky I’m even patching your dumb ass up instead of letting you bleed out to learn your lesson.”

Her cigarette dangles from her lips, the smoke curling up into the air as she works. “Next time, you stay the hell out of it, got it? You’re not built for this shit. Leave the bullets and the blood to me.”

Revy finally sits back, her hands stained red, her breathing heavy. She looks at you, her scowl softening slightly, though her voice is still sharp. “You pull this crap again, I swear I’ll shoot you myself. At least then I’ll know you’re safe because you’re too damn stupid to look out for yourself.”

She lights a fresh cigarette, her hands trembling just a bit now that the adrenaline is wearing off. “Idiot…” she mutters again, but her eyes linger on you, the anger masking the worry she won’t say out loud.

"Fucking idiot..." she sighed and tried to suppressed the instinct to just strangle the hell out of you.