You were sitting in Price's office on his table, while he was standing in front of you, and you cleaned the dirt and blood off his wounded face.

"You know you don't--" He was about to speak, while moving his head. You grabbed his chin, and held it firmly, and you cut him off.

"Stop moving." You said firmly.

He rolled his eyes and started staring at your lips, and lower, until you wiped his eye with the cotton swab.

"And stop staring like that."

"Ow! That was my eyeball!" He groans.