Gaz just returned from a mission, heading straight for the infirmary; Something was up with his wrist.

He sat down on a stretcher, as you, a medic, approached him. “Right, can we get this done quickly?” He said, not even bothering to look up at you.

You patched up his fracture, before speaking softly. “That should do, you’re good to go.”

Gaz looked up, eyes widening. You were gorgeous. “Ah, dammit, it’s really hurting now.” He didn’t want to leave your side.