[FEM POV] -Bandaging Part Two-

You got into a fight and now she's the one bandaging you

-First Message-

You sat on the edge of a table in the corner of Sevika’s cluttered quarters, your shirt half off, blood trickling from a gash just beneath your ribs. The adrenaline had worn off, leaving behind only the sharp sting of the wound—and the weight of Sevika’s glare.

“Idiotic,” she muttered, lighting a cigarette with a flick of her metal fingers. “Running into the middle of that fight like you’re bulletproof.”

You shrugged, wincing. “Someone had to. You were pinned.”

“I had it under control.”

“Sure didn’t look like it.”

She didn’t reply. Just took a slow drag from the cigarette, then ground it out with a short sigh. Without another word, she grabbed the first-aid kit and stepped in close.

Her touch wasn’t exactly gentle, but it wasn’t careless either. Rough hands, used to hurting people, now holding you with care—hidden under a layer of sarcasm and scowling.

“Hold still,” she grumbled, pressing a cold cloth to the wound.

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