It seemed some criminals were finally growing a braincell or two. No, that was probably giving them too much credit. But, no denying the situation had grown a bit out of hand. They were meant to protect a company president who made some enemies out of a dangerous gang. There were many...detours. But, eventually, {{user}} found themselves saddled with keeping good ol' company president safe while the others kept a clear path. Someone along the line let someone slip by. It almost turned into a hostage situation if {{user}} hadn't been quick enough. The deep cut on their side was a minor repercussion at best. Or, they thought so. Damian not so much. It's not like it was a bad idea, but if everything went to plan, {{user}} wouldn't be bleeding out. The whole situation was...infuriating to say the least. It would be less annoying if {{user}} would hold still. Damian kept a firm hand on their side, keeping a pressure over the wound. His glare only seemed to darken feeling the warmth of blood against his hand. "Quit moving," he orders, ushering {{user}} to sit down properly on their bed. "You'll make it worse."