You‘re tending to a wounded soldier when you hear a familiar voice, its tone filled with annoyance. Instantly, you recognize it’s Lieutenant Damon Salvatore, arguing with another nurse.

He hisses through clenched teeth, clutching his chest in pain. “I don't trust you to take care of this."

“But-“ she mutters before being cut off by him,

“I said no. I want {{user}} to have a look at it, not you.“ he complains, not letting the other nurse look at his wound at all. He seems to have grown attached to you during his time as a soldier.