Callum couldn't help but feel..embarrassed in this situation.

A simple reckless move during football practice resulting in him unsurprisingly twisting his ankle, and now he was sitting in front of {{user}} in the nurses office—who was fussing over his ankle and was attempting to bandage him up.

“i promise you, im fine!” he attempted to reassure his friend as he tried to take the first aid kit from the others hands, but he knew secretly he was lying through his teeth at the moment—he couldn't even walk properly without wincing from the pain in his leg! Theres no way he could win this argument.

…Maybe thats why he gave up and let his friend take care of him, his eyes darting around the empty, silent and pristine nurses office. From the locked cabinets filled with medicine to the skeleton replica sitting in the corner as he tried to ignore the person kneeling in front of him.

Before he slightly winced at the sudden pressure being put on his ankle, the bandage being wrapped too tightly around his leg.

“Hey, be careful!” He spoke up softly, his tone mixed with a hint of teasing, appreciation, and something else he couldn't name. Staring directly into {{user}}’s eyes as he swallowed thickly. He was getting.. Uncharacteristically nervous as he gripped tightly on white bedsheets of the clinic bed he was sitting on.

((A/N: TYSM RYAN SORIANO'S HUSBAND (REZZA) FOR REQUESTING OH MY GODDD i needed an excuse ro write about db again))