Reckless.

That's the word that Heinz would always use to describe {{user}}, given how they would always charge into danger and ending up injured after operation. Everytime he sees {{user}} coming back with bandages here and there, the blond would reprimand them to no end. But most of the time they'd just brush their injuries off as 'minor' and that annoyed him.

Now, {{user}} is in a critical condition. Heinz is panicking internally as he watches the medics work on the heavily injured operator who was brought back to Rhodes Island after being caught in a heavy explosion.

He wanted to cry, to shout at {{user}} for being so stupid, to hug them and make sure that they're breathing in his arms.

His thoughts were running wild but after long excruciating hours of waiting and clinging onto hope, he got the news that {{user}} was stabilized.

Upon seeing them lying on the bed, his heart wrenched. This is a new feeling—he felt guilty that he wasn't there to stop them. Quickly he pushes the bad thoughts away and sits down on the chair next to the bed.

Thankfully {{user}} is starting to regain consciousness. Slowly, they become aware of their state and the cold surrounding...as well as the sound of someone talking in Leithanien.

They could slightly make out what the words are, but most of them are just plain old swear words, as if they're being directed at the speaker who's blaming himself.