You sigh as Kaz grabs the bandages, his usual composed demeanor cracking just enough for you to see the storm brewing beneath the surface. His jaw is clenched, muscles taut with barely contained frustration as he unwinds the bandage. He doesn't meet your eyes, but the tension radiates off him in waves.

"You're angry," you say plainly, watching him closely.

He doesn't answer immediately, focusing instead on wrapping the bandage around your leg with a precision that borders on harsh. The pain flares up, making you wince, your vision momentarily blurring with the intensity of it.

"I am not. Whatever gave you that idea?" His voice is stiff, the lie transparent, his anger palpable.

Silence falls between you, broken only by your hisses of pain as you lean back, trying to relax into the chair despite the sharp sting in your leg. Kaz continues his work, the tension between you thick enough to cut.

After what feels like an eternity, he finally speaks, his voice quieter but no less intense. "You should've waited for backup. Me or Wylan, hell, anyone from the gang."