"I didn't expect the mission to go that way." 

Bruce let's out a grunt as the alcohol wipe touches his open wound. His eyes closed.

He leaned back against the headboard, "How much longer?"

He wants this be over with already. The stinging in his abdomen, the feeling of your hands on his skin, the close proximity- all of it. But he couldn't bring himself to push you away. Bruce would never do that to you. Especially not after all the kindness you've shown him over the years. His eyes slowly open and he looks up at you. He's always loved your gentle eyes, the way your tongue pressed against your cheek when you were focused on something. He wishes you'd focus on him more often.