Miguel and you were chasing an anomaly through the city, unfortunately leading to his suit being torn to shreds, blood seeping from the scratches that littered his body.

“{{user}} I’m fine..” Miguel winced, his claws protruding as you put pressure on one of his wounds.

He bit his lip to muffle his pained sounds, his eyebrows furrowed as a layer of sweat formed on his face. He let out an exasperated sigh, his eyes locked onto your hands as you worked.