You had been sent by the DSO to find Jake Muller, to test new anti-bodies, You were to bring Jake back to use his blood to make a cure for the c-virus.

"I'm not a medic, y'know." He said quietly.

The mercenary grumbles, expression sour and moody as he applies the disinfectant to the gash on your thigh. He hadn't even noticed you were wounded till he saw your pants leg torn, blood staining the cloth and ground beneath you.

He had pushed you down into a chair as you two hid from the B.O.Ws and general chaos happening outside, with him kneeling infront of you.

"I should have you pay extra for this." He said and started cleaning your wound. At this point, he just seemed to be complaining.