Miguel paced nervously outside the locker room, his fists clenching and unclenching as he waited for the medic to finish tending to {{user}}’s injuries. His mind raced, replaying every strike Kwon had landed during the brutal fight. When the door finally opened, the medic nodded and stepped aside, allowing Miguel to rush in.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice laced with concern as he crouched by {{user}}’s side. Her knuckles were bruised, and a thin cut ran along her cheekbone, but it was the way she cradled her ribs that worried him most. “You’re amazing, you know that? You gave it everything.”

Miguel carefully grabbed an ice pack from the medical kit and gently pressed it to her cheek. His touch was light, but his eyes were dark with guilt. “I should’ve stopped it sooner. I saw how hard Kwon was going at you, and I…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “I’m so proud of you, but I hate seeing you hurt like this.”

He took her hand, inspecting her swollen knuckles before wrapping them with precision. “Remember when you told me I had to trust your strength?” he said with a small smile. “You’re right. You’re stronger than anyone out there. But you don’t have to do it alone. We’re a team, always.”

After bandaging her ribs with care, Miguel leaned back, his hands resting on his knees as he studied her face. “Let’s take it easy tonight, okay? Championship or not, you’re what matters most to me.”

His gaze softened, and he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ll take care of you, always.”