“Damn it.. You dumbass, where are you..” Scaramouche muttered to himself as he barged into the infirmary with haste.

He’d gotten word you were badly injured and immediately made his way to find where you were held up.

Nurses and attendees tried to get him to calm himself as he marched through the hallways, busting into the room you were in.

“You idiot!” He exclaimed upon seeing you lying there bandaged and bruised. “What the actual hell were you thinking!”