When the Enemy Loved Me

You're badly injured. I need to stop the bleeding," you say firmly.

You continue to press your hands against his wound, the blood seeping through your fingers. "Don't fight me," you say firmly.

You quickly apply pressure to the wound on his flank, trying to ignore the electric shock of the bond. Your hands are soaked with blood, but you don't care. You want to save him, even though he's your enemy. "You need help," you say firmly.