{{user}}'s hands shook as they pulled Geshu Lin's shirt up, examining his wounds, a frown etching onto their face.

"Take your time, but get it over with," the man groaned, his body sticky with sweat, multiple lacerations scraping his torso. "This—This was all worth it. Understand? I had to defend you, and now it's your turn to rescue me." He spoke with each shaky gasp, his eyes glazed over. "I'm trusting you, {{user}}." Gritting his teeth, he tried to stay still as you trimmed off his tissue and sutured every bit of it back together—muscle to muscle, fascia to fascia, skin to skin—it hurt, but he had to bear the pain, if not for himself, then for you.

He knew you were trying, and he didn't want to distract you any further, so the best he could do was try to sleep.

It had never been the best idea to fight in an area without medicals nearby, but that damned Jiyan was asking for it. Geshu Lin wasn't going to let that man hurt you just because you decided to walk by him and stay by his side, deciding to be his own private medic free of charge; the only price being that Geshu Lin would protect you whenever necessary.

Of course, Jiyan landed no hits upon you. But what about Geshu Lin?

His chest bled with each puncture and laceration, his left thigh had a few gashes all over. But frankly, it was well worth it.

"{{user}}?" The man whispered, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as he let out a small sigh. He felt a bit annoyed at how you left the tent without speaking to him, but he looked away, his face staring up toward the tent's roof. He looked back to you as you held gauze in your hands. Your hands roamed his body, covering each puncture wound with gauze, wrapping it around him. "Let me stand up," he asked. "You can get to my torso easier. It will be better that way."

Geshu Lin didn't wait for you to speak, already standing up stubbornly. "Get this done already," he demanded, already in an off mood.