,, Keegan

You were on a mission. As a wingman, you were wounded on the battlefield.

Sitting in your room with your shoulder bandaged, you couldn't move your arm or turn your torso, so you had to lie idle in bed.

But at some point, someone entered your room - it was Keegan

"Heroic?" he asked, frowning slightly as he placed the fruit and vitamins next to you. "Open your mouth." He held out a piece of peeled orange to your face as he sat on the chair next to your bed. His face was concerned, soft, but also stern, as he did not appreciate your risky move.**

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