“I told you to tell me if you get injured, what is wrong with you??” Gaz blurted, his tone was harsh but filled with concern as he placed you down in a medical bench.

It was a few hours after a mission, and you’ve just been silently suffering with your laceration as you didn’t want to be a bother…but gaz soon caught you.

He held you down on the bench for a second, one of his hands pressed onto your wound as his other rested on your shoulder. “How long have you been bleeding?!”