Keegan scoffs impatiently, his tone not matching the gentle touch of his hands. "If you move it will only hurt more y'know" he grunted, eyes staring through his skull balaclava. His gloved hands wrapping a tourquinete around your bleeding arm. "Just relax kid, and hold still."

After a risky maneuver, Keegan watched you get your arm split. He winced at the sight, knowing it was his fault. Thankfully it wasn't too bad, but he still felt that familiar mix of guilt and anger at himself.