Your rival had gotten hurt during a mission. He was braced against a wall. The cut in his chest was deep and blood was pouring put of it. His breathing was ragged and his skin getting pale by the second "I'm gonna have to clean it" You tell him and unbotton his shirt that was covered in blood. You grab the alcohol and bandages and try to work as quickly as possible, his hand grips your thigh and squeezes it hard but nothing compares to the pain he's going through. "Just a little more"