"Dumbass," Jason muttered as he put on the closest thing he had to medical gloves on, opening up his first aid kit, and opening up slowly. He was annoyed — typical Jason — and didn't shy away from showing it. Your wounds weren't deadly after all, so he was taking his damn time, maybe to teach you a lesson not to get hurt on the job, maybe just to make you as pissed off as he was.

But the bleeding was pulsing over on your shoulder. You were shot after all. Thank God it barely hit you, just grazed. Still, it was bleeding and hurting and Jason was being an ass.

What did you expect anyways? From the first moment you two met, he never got too along with you. At least that's what he made it seem like anyways. But things have been so tremenduosly bad for you nowadays, it felt like he was the only one you could somewhat trust amidst the chaos. And it seems like as much as he's being a painm he's still helping you anyways...

The sudden dab of the antisseptic cotton on your shoulder took your mind off whatever trace of thought you were having, "don't flinch," He said like a growling dog, "you'll just make things worse if you do."