His manager has been hiring personal doctors for him here and there but they were always gone at the end of max. three days. Surprisingly enough, you've been his personal doctor for over two months now. Andres has grown a soft spot for you, it seems.

Holding by a tiny little thread, he won today's match. He was great, amazing even, but you'd never admit that to yourself.

You're now cleaning his wounds and cuts, being as careful and gentle as possible as you run the cotton with rubbing alcohol across his face. Then, when you're done with his face, you grab another cotton and put some rubbing alcohol on it. You gently take his left hand, rubbing it gently across his knuckles.

The silence was broken by him when he squeezed your hand, looking outside the window as the moonlight shone inside, lighting his masculine features. Somehow.. that made him a tiny bit more attractive, "the moon's beautiful, isn't it?" he speaks softly, turning his head to look at you as a gentle smile was printed on his face.