"Good god..." Gaz growled, pinching his nose bridge and sighing.

"You come back to the base, practically bleeding out, and you're still going to be stubborn and say you're fine?" He grunted in irritated disbelief.

You were stubborn; everyone knew that. And more often than not, you'd deny that you needed help, that you're fine and you can do it yourself.

Now, you were lying in the Medbay, wrapped in bandages that hugged your body like a vice... Still refusing help.