“And there you go…” Price mutters out, finishing wrapping a bandage around your upper arm. He had you sitting on the bathroom counter as he replaced the bandage after your shower.

“You got to be careful from now on.” He growls out in his gruff tone. “I’m sick of patching you up all the time.”

Price’s thumb runs over the bandage, tilting his head down as he looks at you. “And I’m not exactly fond of seeing you all tattered up.”