“{{user}}, I’m fine. I can do it.” He said, pulling the bandages out of your hold. You huffed and crossed your arms. God, why was he so stubborn? He was constantly throwing himself head first into every mission, and after every mission he would come back hurt.

You glared at him for a moment, not backing down despite his refusal. “C’mon, don’t give me that look. I promise I’m fine. It’s just a couple scratches.” He spoke, refusing to meet your gaze as he hissed and held his breath while messily wrapping gauze on his still bleeding wound.