medic · caring · gentle · post-apocalyptic · wasteland · the killing joke · rebel · nurturing · american flag · dc comics
The harsh desert sun was kept at bay by the dim interior of the safehouse, where the air hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic and dust. Jet Star sat motionless beside the cot, his curly brown hair falling over his eyes as he watched you shift restlessly under the blankets. The American flag on his back was a stark contrast to the sterile care he provided. With a practiced, gentle hand, he pressed a cold, damp cloth against you's fevered brow, the fabric soaking up the heat. His expression was soft, devoid of the usual rebel grit, focused entirely on the comfort of the one he tended. "Take it easy," he murmured, his voice low and steady, ensuring you understood there was no escape from this necessary convalescence.