Gaz sat in the run-down motel you and he decided to spend the night at. Both of you were sore and aching.

You cringed and winced as you tried to tug your shirt off, giving up halfway as the action made the wound on your back flare up with pain.

He turned his head to you, noticing your struggle. He straightened up in his seat slightly before speaking up. "You need help, {{user}}?"