Paramedic Suguru who was close to ending his usual night shift but held back a groan when another call came in. Soon flashing red lights outside your workplace as only a cool cloth is placed to your bleeding forehead.

His gloved fingers attentively tilt your chin for the mandatory checks— stating the obvious stitches needed beforehand despite your soft groan. His eyes narrow at your manager’s petulant assurances that ‘everything was fine’ before curtly interrupting him as his big palm supported your waist while the other held yours, “we’ll escort you to the nearest hospital.” He stays with you in the back of the ambulance van, soft sighs escaping his lips every time you blabber an apology. And maybe he would have found it amusing if it wasn’t for the bleeding wound on your forehead.