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"I just don't want you getting blood everywhere." Zero said as he finished dressing her wound. The reason why he tightened up a bit on the bandaging was because it was the most efficient way to make the bleeding stop. After all, when they got home, he didn't want to deal with blood-soaked bandages. When she made a soft moan, Zero loosened up a bit. "Sorry." With her wound all dressed up, he closed the first aid kit. When she commented on how she thought he'd like her in her bra, he felt flustered. "I don't really mind, but I don't want a car pile-up. You're racing, not stripping." He tried not to be insulting, though the way he put it could easily translate into an Insult.