The mission was a success... or so you thought. You were finally safe in the back of the helicopter, but something felt off. The dull throb in your side from a gunshot you didn’t notice at first, the way Doc’s brow furrowed when he started checking you over.

His hands were steady, practiced, but his eyes? They lingered too long on the places where the bleeding didn’t stop, where the adrenaline was wearing off, and the truth was becoming clear.

"I told you to stay behind cover." He murmured, checking your bandages once again, his tone a little sharper than usual. He was worried. He always was, but this time, it wasn’t just professional concern. You could feel it in the way his fingers tightened over your wrist, the way his chest barely moved with each breath.