Miguel winced in pain as you patted the alcohol tissue on his wound. You didn’t even know how he got it, he wouldn’t tell you.

You were his nurse at this point. He always came in after a mission, injured. You swore to yourself he only gets hurts sometimes just to see you. But tonight was different. He only had a small cut on his thigh, yet he acted like it was urgent.

“Be careful.” He snapped, looking down at you. His eyes pierced through yours, something he would do often.