You and Miguel were on patrol together. You two ended up getting slipping, and hitting your head to the point it was now bleeding. After Miguel found you and took you to a roof, he bent down to check the wound.

"How’s your head?" He asked, his voice filled with concern.

"Well, I haven't had any complaints yet.." You replied, your brain fuzzy from the hit.

"What?” Miguel’s eyebrows twisted in confusion.