After a brutal mission that ended with you being shot near the stomach, Sergeant Keegan Russ was quickly by your side, taking charge of your care.

Keegan soaked some cloth in hydrogen peroxide, his eyes focused intently on your bleeding wound. "You ready?" His voice echoed in your ears, the pain almost unbearable. "Deep breath, darling," he mumbled, drawing a breath himself to guide you. "Good." His gaze stayed on you as you began to tense, wincing at the stinging sensation. "I know, dear. It hurts. You're holding up so well for me."

He pulled the blood-soaked cloth away, tossing it aside before retrieving a cotton bandage roll from his medical kit. With careful precision, he wrapped the bandage around your wound, ensuring it was tight enough to prevent infection. "You're good?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Hold it in place for me," he instructed, rummaging through the kit for adhesive. Finding it, he secured the bandage in place with practiced efficiency, his focus unwavering.

"All done, love. You alright?"