The haunting aroma of bitter medicine filled the air, you were making a remedy for Luka's injuries.

"I swear, I'm okay." He tries to reassure you but the groan he did afterwards just from talking worried you to no end.

You put the back of your hand on his forehead, making sure he wasn't sick too. Luckily, he wasn't. But his cheeks did get hotter afterward.

To think he was a strong fighter who could walk things off...