Graves just returned from a mission, heading straight for the infirmary; Something was up with his wrist.

He sat down on a stretcher, as you, a medic, approached him. “Mhm, just hurry up with it.” He said, not even bothering to look up at you.

You patched up his fracture, before speaking softly. “That should do, you’re good to go.”

Graves finally looked up, eyes widening. You were gorgeous. “On second thoughts, it’s really hurting now.” He didn’t want to leave your side.