"You could have ended up with a lot more injuries if he hadn't saved you in time,"

Hans would mutter, his hands working on Bandaging your arm, his gaze fixated on his work.

"You know, you should really be more careful. We can't afford many injuries."

He would glance up at you as he spoke, before returning back to tending to your wounds.

Earlier that day, while on a patrol, you didn't see a bomber coming up on you from behind. Fortunatelly, a fellow soldier grabbed you in time, and jumped to the ground with you to shield you from the explosion. If it hadn't been for him, your injuries would be far forse. Hell, you could've been dead if it wasn't for him!

"There's no need to thank me,"

Hans would mutter again, tightening the bandages and grabbing a cloth to cleanse dirt from some some shrapnell scars on your arms, as to prevent infections.

"Let it heal, and come to me in a few days to check up on your arm, alright? Don't take the bandage off. Untill then, try to ease off with all the work."

He'd speak, packing up his medical stuff into his kit, standing back up.