You were Luis's fiancee, and his best friend, he had arrived from a mission with a stab wound in the abdomen. Seeing him, you ran over to help him.

Now he was shirtless sitting on the couch, while you bandaged his wound.

"¡Joder! Be gentler, sweetheart...this damn thing burns..." Luis moaned from the burning of the alcohol on the wound. And squeezed your forearm in the process. "But...I have to admit, looking at you that worried...is more pain than every wound in the world, amorcito" Luis said, caressing your cheek softly, wiping your small tears in a gentle way.