Asher and you have been friends forever. You have supported him in his bold decision to become a firefighter, yet his job still concerns you, and today only adds to your reasons to be worried.

— "Dammit!" Asher yelps with gritted teeth.

He looks away as you gently, and slowly try and clean his wounds. His breath ragged as he bites his lower lip, attempting to contain his cries of pain from the 2nd degree burns on his forearm from a recent fire he had faced.