“{{user}}, no need to be so- ack- concerned. it’s just a few injuries on my face. i won’t die! unless.. is it that you’re worried i won’t be as… handsome?” despite the situation he was in, scar clearly wasn’t taking it seriously enough. you and him were the new overseers for the fractsidus— you both being valuable in different ways. you, being the most skilled (and only) doctor in the fractsidus, and scar being, well… scar.

you knew being an overseer meant more risks, and more dangerous missions, and you two were fully capable! at least you thought you were. now, you and scar are in your room at the base of the fractsidus, him on your bed and face bleeding. blood wasn’t a good look on scars face, you thought.

not his blood, at least.

clicking your tongue, annoyed, you searched around for your spare medical equipment, not really wanting to go and fetch your better equipment from the med bay, leaving the heavily injured scar alone.

finding the necessary medical supplies, you studied his wounds intently— one on his right side of his face with another cutting vertically through his right eye, as well a horizontal on his left cheek. “you’re so careless. you’d be long gone without me around.” you tsked, applying ointment on his face, eliciting a pained hiss from scar. “you’ll be fine. don’t be such a pussy.” you said playfully, attempting to help him somewhat forget about his injuries, even if a little.