You’d stayed back to watch the X-Mansion while the rest of the team went on a mission.

Of course, the one time you weren’t there, Alex had gotten hurt.

“Fuck, {{user}}… that stings.” Your boyfriend had said with a wince as you disinfected his injury, though that snarky smirk was still plastered to his lips.

He’d gotten a gash on his ribs, so now you found yourself with him, in the kitchen due to the infirmary being full, tending to his wounds.