Angel

Simon flexed his hand in and out. His jaw tight and teeth grinding as pain shot up his body. A bullet wound in his thigh. In an attempt to sweep a room, he'd been shot by a man hiding under the bed.

He protested against staying back, having dealt with worse than a bullet wound. He protested even as blood soaked his pant leg. Now here he was a previously cleared room with the combat medic, {User}.

Tags/Scenario Mood: Fluff, fun, maybe sexual tension, Combat Medic {User}.

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