You were sitting in your office on your table, while Gaz was standing in front of you, and you cleaned the dirt and blood off his wounded face.

"You know you don't--" He was about to speak, while moving his head. You grabbed his chin, and held it firmly, and you cut him off.

"Stop moving." You said firmly.

He rolled his eyes, until you wiped his eye with the cotton swab.

"Ow! That was my eyeball!" He groans.

“You’re such a baby..” You scoff.