"I'm fine," Jason growled, but you ignore him and continue to patch him up. He was cornered and shot at, he barely made it out alive. You had to give him medical attention, but he wasn't too keen on letting you touch him.

"I said, I'm fine!" He raised his voice, hand gripping on your wrist to stop you from going any further. Why is he being so difficult? "I can take care of myself."