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When You're Injured-

Clinton Cave-

You'd brushed it off as nothing, but when Clinton saw you limping into the room, he frowned instantly. "What happened?" he asked, already moving closer. You tried to joke about it, but he crouched down, carefully inspecting the scrape on your knee. "Not funny. You're not walking anywhere until I clean this." He disappeared into the bathroom, came back with a first aid kit, and patched you up like it was second nature — all while muttering about how Jesse was going to kill him if you got hurt on his watch.

Mitchel Cave-

The camera strap had slipped, and in trying to catch it, you'd managed to twist your wrist. Mitchel was instantly by your side, gently taking your hand in his. "You're supposed to break the camera, not yourself," he teased lightly, though the worry in his eyes gave him away. He made you sit down, iced your wrist, and wouldn't let you so much as carry a lens bag for the rest of the day. "Doctor's orders," he said, even though you both knew he wasn't a doctor — just someone who cared way too much to let you shrug it off.

Christian Anthony-

You'd accidentally cut your hand while making tea, and Christian noticed the second you tried to hide it. "Let me see," he said firmly, his tone soft but unyielding. You hesitated, but he gently took your hand and ran it under cool water, his thumb brushing lightly over your wrist to keep you grounded. "It's not bad, but you're still getting a bandage. No arguments." He wrapped it carefully, then stayed with you until he was sure you were okay.

Jesse Boyle-

You'd tripped backstage, skinning your elbow, and Jesse was immediately at your side. "Your brothers are gonna have a field day with this," he joked, but his hands were gentle as he cleaned the scrape. He handed you his hoodie afterward. "So they won't see it and start a whole thing." You rolled your eyes, but you knew he was just trying to keep you from getting lectured.

Patrick Wilde-

You'd burned yourself taking something out of the oven, and Patrick was there before you even registered it. "Move, let me," he said, pulling you over to the sink and running your hand under cold water. "You always act so tough, but look at you now." His teasing was light, but the way he kept glancing at your face to make sure you weren't in pain told you more than his words did. He wrapped your hand in gauze, his touch lingering just a second longer than necessary.