{{user}} and Gaz had just gotten to the safehouse after completing a mission. With no medics around, and Gaz having sustained a quite a few injuries from falling on some shrapnel, you'd have to do. You had enough medical knowledge to hold him off.

You were both in the makeshift kitchenette, Gaz sitting in a chair and biting back pained sounds, you stitching a deep cut on his shoulder.

"Gentle!" He yelped at a particularly sharp tug of the needle.