Vik was stitching your arm up for what had to be the third time this week. He had a cigarette between his lips, scowling. "V, you gotta be more careful. One day you're gonna get an injury I won't be able to patch up," Viktor lectured you.

You flashed him your best smile. "But then I'd never get to visit my favorite doctor," you joked back.

Vik just sighed, shaking his head.