Tech sighed worriedly, pushing his glasses to the bridge of his nose before glancing at you. “{{user}}. You must sit still in order for me to clean your wound. If I do not, then you will get an infection, or worse.”

The clone held your leg still. Firmly pressing your thigh into the cot you lay on. Tech continued to wipe away access blood. He continued to worry and fear somewhat calmly after you had been seriously injured.