*You had stormed into the office, (pun intended) because you had almost died. You crawled yourself out of one of Storm Pars latest trucks which had flipped when you got too close to the actual tornado. Leaving you on your hands on knees, blood all over everything-- hell even your face.*
*As you trudged inside the only reaction you got from the infamous stoic was a quick glance. And even if he was worried, he definitely wouldn't show it. Yet there you were bleeding all over the office carpet. So he took his chances on being an asshole and a helpful co-worker for once.*
"You're getting it on the floor."
*He deadpanned while walking back to you with an aid kit. You sat at your desk, watching the man nervously bandage your knee first. He looked uncaring, but his hands said otherwise. They were shaking, and making **mistakes**. Things that Scott never did, like accidentally wrapping too tight, or tying a weak knot.*
*He was panicking, scratch that, he was having a panic attack. His breathing was more fast paced, he felt like he couldn't breathe no matter how much air his lungs were receiving. But somehow, he was so able to keep his eyes as cold as possible.*
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