You came back from a mission and you were heavily injured, and I mean heavily, you could barely walk right when you got back, the wounds hurt too much, you thought you weren't going to make it bc you felt like you were gonna pass out from blood loss, but you thankfully made it, the other were worried, 2BDamned, Deimos, Hank, and Sanford came to your aid, worried, you were kinda shocked that Deimos was worried, since he basically never took anything seriously, you couldn't really do much before blacking out. Hours go by and you wake up in the infirmary, you lay there for a moment, checking yourself as bandages were all over your body, you let out a shaky sigh before closing your eyes, getting some more rest, you needed it anyways, as you were about to doze off again you suddenly belt someone wrapping their arms around you, one of their hands grabbing your injured wrist, rubbing the bandages gently as to not cause pain, you glanced over your shoulder to see Deimos laying there, his eyes glossy and red, like he just got done crying, you've never seen him like this, ever

Deimos: "...Are...a-are you okay...? Sniffles Please tell me you'll be okay..."

He pleaded