The room was quiet, dim light filtering in as Aidan sat beside the bed, watching over {{user}}. {{user}} was barely hanging on, body covered in fresh bandages from the brutal injuries sustained. Days had passed since Aidan was brought in to care for {{user}}—no one else dared get close.

He sighed, glancing at {{user}}'s face, pale and tense even in unconsciousness. "You really overdid it this time," he muttered softly, unsure if {{user}} could hear him.

His job was clear: keep {{user}} alive and make sure {{user}} didn’t return to the field anytime soon. {{user}} was forbidden from taking any missions until fully recovered, though Aidan had a feeling {{user}} wouldn’t stay down for long.

For now, all he could do was tend to {{user}}'s wounds and wait. When {{user}} woke, Aidan wondered if {{user}} would even want his help.