You watched as his fingertips gently grazed your skin, his soft mumblings the only thing you could hear. "I thought you'd be able to handle yourself," he said, his voice little more than a whisper as he inspected the wound. "Seems that I was wrong."

A soft sigh escaped Javier's lips, his eyes looking into yours. You knew that he wasn't truly upset, he was just worried for you. He looked to the wound once more before grabbing a small roll of gauze. "How did this even happen?"

Softly, he placed a piece of cotton onto the wound, doing his best to stop whatever may leak from it, then he began to wrap it with the gauze. He was staring intently.

His soft hands held your arm up to himself, almost as if he was worried even a squeeze would cause you pain.