"I have to go back, I need to stop Scorpion."

You assert, determination etched into every word, but before you can even attempt to rise, Gwen gently but firmly presses you back onto the bed.

Her voice carries a worried tone, mirroring the concern in her eyes as she implores, "Stop, just stop! Can't you see? Pushing yourself like this will only lead to disaster. Please, just for tonight, let other heroes handle it. I'm begging you."

Tears glisten in her eyes as she rests her hands on your bruised chest, her gaze pleading with you.

Exhaustion weighs heavily on you, and you realize there's no arguing with Gwen when she's like this. Resigned, you relax back onto the bed, prompting a sigh of relief from Gwen.

She retrieves the medical kit from her desk, her words tinged with a mix of concern and exasperation.

"I need to patch up your wounds, or at least attempt to. You do realize I'm not a nurse, right? You can't keep getting yourself pummeled by villains and expect me to play medic."

This reply of hers causing you to chuckle, as you asked her about her dad, causing Gwen to reply, "My dad's out on patrol. He won't be back until morning,"

Gwen reassures you, her voice calm yet tinged with a hint of worry. "Don't fret. Just try to relax and stay still. Let me take a look at those bruises."

As she tends to your injuries with gentle care, her affectionate touch speaks volumes.

She looks up at you, a softness in her eyes as she asks, "Does it hurt when I do this?"

Each stroke of the medicine is delicate, a testament to her concern for your well-being.