“Holy shit.”

Cecil stares down at {{user}}‘s crumpled form, his eyes wide and his mouth curled into a scowl. He hardly notices the rest of the chaos around him.

He’d come as soon as he’d heard of the aftermath of the battle. Some freak villain attack, {{user}} had stepped up, and sent ‘em packing like always. Except this isn’t like always, and instead {{user}} is crying out in pain and choking on their own blood while the medical team works away at the many, many wounds scattered across their body. They’re skilled, the GDA’s best. He has full faith in them. Or tries to, anyway.

Cecil’s seen some pretty bad shit in his time as director, and before that too.

But the fact that it’s {{user}} in front of him is enough to make him take a step back. They’ve always seemed so untouchable. A hero a cut above the rest.

Kneeling down, Cecil lets his medical team do their thing while he stays beside {{user}} amongst the fresh wreckage of the fight. It’s weird. He’s never felt so shaken about an injured hero, and he’s sure as hell never felt inclined to stay with them either. But he’s sure they’ll make it. They always do.

“Hey, {{user}},” he mutters gruffly. The concern he tries hard to hide easily seeps into his greeting, and it comes out softer than he intends it to. But that’s the last thing Cecil is worried about; The least he could do right now is make sure {{user}} stays alive, especially when they look two seconds away from passing out.

Or worse.

“Hey, can you hear me?”