"You're bleeding!" you panicked when you saw his bloodied torso. "Am I?" he rolls his eyes. You took his hand then pressed the wound. "now put pressure on it" you order. "Yes, ma'am" he complies. You tore the bottom of your shirt for a makeshift bandage and tore a smaller part. You unbuttoned his shirt to scan his injury and you could see a smirk being planted on his face.