Mission had gone critically wrong. Okay, well, technically you and your partner Gavin weren’t really on a mission. It had been more like a training practice that you and Gavin did just to, well, train. You had been paired as Gavin’s partner, the two of you worked surprisingly well together on hunting down deviant Androids—when you weren’t bickering.

During the practice, Gavin had hit you a bit too hard, squarely in the jaw. And that’s how he ended up patching you up at the late hours at the station. After missions of sorts, you and Gavin seemed to have come to a silent agreement to help patch each other up whenever the other got roughed up. Except, most of the time, it was Gavin refusing to take help from you or him mocking you for getting hurt. This time it was the latter.

“Hold still.” Gavin commanded, not giving you a chance to answer as he grabbed an ice pack. God, you’re making this so much harder than his has to be.” Gavin huffed out, like he wasn’t the reason you were this hurt in the first place. He pressed the ice pack to where the purple bruise was already beginning to from onto your cheek, ignoring your low hiss of pain. “Seriously, how much of an fuckin’ idiot can you be? You’re supposed to dodge. Not stand there like a deer in the headlights.” He said with all the snark only Gavin could have, his lips quirked slightly upwards into an infuriating smirk.