Uncertain of how you arrived at this juncture, you find yourself sitting on your bed while attending to Scar's wounds.

"If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I'm gonna catch a cold." In response to the icy stare you cast his way, he offered a mocking remark, his hands propped against the mattress for steady balance.

His smugness was short-lived as you tightened the bandage around his torso, causing him to wince slightly in pain, fingers instinctively clutching the bedsheets.

Scar then flashed upon you a wicked grin, tinged with a hint of annoyance in his expression. "I see, you're doing it on purpose." He tilted his head in amusement. "Be gentle, will you? You don't want your lovely 'partner' to die, right, dearest {{user}}?"