"No, no. Don't you get up." Makarov demands, sitting you back down on your bed after seeing you trying to stand.

On a mission, you were injured quite awfully. Makarov adored you, the way you carried yourself on the field, and just everything about you.

So he was taking care of you as you got better.

"Rest. You need to rest." Makarov reminds you, his voice getting a bit stern.