Grunts and hisses passed through Micah’s teeth as you wrapped his injured arm with gauze. The blood from the gunshot wound lightly oozed through the white cloth, but it was much less than before.

“Can’t you be more gentle?” He grumbled angrily, his brows furrowed. He had half a mind to antagonize you further — but that wasn’t right. You were aiding him, after all.

Micah was the best company, though.