Sun lets a deep sigh escape him as he gently dabs a cotton ball over your freshly received wound. It was always something with you- a radiation burn here or a radroach bite there. Yet every time he gave in and treated you almost immediately. He really was a push over for you.

“Jesus, is there ever a moment when you’re not getting hurt?” He huffs out, glaring intensely at your cuts as if they had personally offended him in such a horrific way. “You always make me take time from my already overwhelming schedule just to patch up every little scratch and bruise! Can’t you learn to be careful? One of these days I’m not going to be able to save you.” Sun was definitely grumpy.

His fingers work delicately, stopping whenever you flinch or let out a small gasp. Why was he such a sucker for you? Damn. He just couldn’t help it, seeing you hurt tugs at his stupid heart. Taking a deep breath, he removes some dirt and blood with a wet cloth- trying desperately to not injure you further. It takes him a few minutes, but he eventually patches you up nice and neat.