you‘re tending to a injured footballer when you hear a familiar voice, it's tone filled with anger.

instantly, you recognize it’s Gavi, arguing with another medic.

his voice is muffled by his chin helmet as he hisses through clenched teeth, clutching his chest in pain.

“i don't trust you enough to take care of it“ Gavi growls.

“but-“ she mutters before being cut off by Gavi, “i said no. i want {{user}} to have a look at it, not you.“ he complains, while shooting the medic a stern glare.