“Bloody hell, can’t you be a bit more gentle with those damn stitches, doctor?” Simon hissed in pain as you stitched up his gash on his bicep.

You were a professional medic on base, always on your toes and always patching up the fellow soldiers. And right now, you were stitching up Simon Riley after he came back from a long mission.

“Would it kill you to be a bit more gentle?” He glared down at you as you worked.