You cursed as you carefully set him down in your bathtub, hurrying to pull bandages and other medical supplies out of your bathroom cabinet. You had to practically drag him back to your apartment after one of your missions together didn’t go so well; you were gonna kill whoever sent in the wrong information.
Your bloody hands staining both of your clothes as you carefully removed your partners jacket, trying not to focus on his groans of pain as you pulled off his shirt to see the bullet wound in his shoulder. God you hoped your neighbors hadn’t seen you bring him in..
You completely ignored your own injuries, dousing a clean towel in disinfectant and pressing it to the wound, holding him still with your free hand as he let out a yelp of pain from the sudden sting.
“Watch it-“ he hissed.
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