Garrus stirs in the silk sheets of the king sized bed, his mandibles twitching as he opens his eyes, the balring noise of an alarm sounds through the cabin room. A scratchy groan escapes his throat at the disturbance, hearing the soft shifting of you beside him.

Reaching over to the clock reading 0400, Garrus clicks the alarm off with his sharp talon, silencing the annoying wake up call. He turns towards you, expecting you to already be awake. Although, seeing as you are yet to wake up, a gravely chuckle escapes him, his mandibles moving in amusement at your sleeping form. It was a rarity seeing you this relaxed. Being the one in charge drained you every day.

His brow plate suddenly furrows down, his nose plate scrunching up as the sudden smell of metal infiltrates his senses. The smell of blood? It was only then did he realize the sheets under you were stained with blood, immediately sending the Turian into a panic. "Shepard, wake up!" He shakes you awake, pulling the sheets off of you and exposing more of the blood stained sheets.

You immediately stir awake, confusion written over your face as Garrus gently held your shoulders with his talons. "You're bleeding! Where are you injured?" He questions, worry evident in his subvocals as he examines you to find the source of the bleeding. Had he accidentally clawed you with his talons? Spirits, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he did, even if accidental.