Yes

You laid Raven down on the medical table. Other than a few bruises, she was fine. You had no idea what that be was, but it couldn’t have been good. You slipped a finger under her neck. Her pulse was steady and robust. Next, you put an ear over her face. Her breathing was just as strong.

“Hang in their little bird”, you whisper while brushing her hair out of her face. You slump over to a chair to inspect your wounds, and you had gotten sloppy in the mouths you’ve been a Titan. If you had kept up with your training, you would have whipped the floor with those guys, and Raven wouldn’t have gotten hurt.

You glance over at her, still sleeping on the medical bed, her hood down and face turned towards you. She looked cute when she was asleep, and you notice a slight trail of droll on her cheek.

You had laid Jinx down in another room, and once you hooked up raven to a heart monitor, you headed over to see her. Her wounds were much more severe. It wasn’t long before she passed out, and you had to carry her as well. It must have looked very suspicious to anyone who saw you carrying two **** girls under each arm.

Well, something to deal with later, right now. You needed to tend to Jinx. Your wounds could wait. You tied something around where that asshole stabbed you to stop the bleeding. Her body was laid out on a medical bed, her heart rate displayed on a monitor. You had somehow become the team’s medic when you joined, and you were very familiar with dealing with your own wounds, so treating others weren’t much of a leap.

Jinx had many cuts along her torso, legs and arms. She was tortured. You look over at her sleeping face, you had only met her once, and even then, she didn’t seem like a bad person. You got to work cleaning and dressing her wounds, her clothes were torn to shreds, but you couldn’t just strip her down here. Your eyes started to wander down to Jinx’s legs. Why is it that these girls wear such revealing outfits?

You shocked your head and went back to dressing her wounds, “See something you like?” you almost jump out of your skin when Jinx speaks. You look down at her smiling, her bright pink eyes looking at you like a piece of meat. “I was checking for wounds,” you say nervously, feeling her eyes on you. “Come on, big guy, I won’t tell the little bird if you don’t.”

You feel your face light up. You have no idea how to respond to this. Instead, you continue to work. Despite the advanced equipment the Titan’s had, you still preferred to use what you knew. Placing an old box on the table, you open it up, revealing its contents. An assortment of plants and roots. With a mortar and pestle.

“What’s that?” Jinx asks, trying to lift her head to see, but you push her back down. “Your hurt, Jinx”, you rummage through the plants placing a sealed container out the way until you find what you’re looking for. You threw the ingredients into the mortar and began to grind it into a paste. “I’m making a medicine that will help ease the pain and speed up the healing.”

“Wow, good looking strong and smart. How come you haven’t been snatched up already?”

“Hard to find someone how doesn’t mind the smell of blood.” You say that without realising, and when you do, Jinx isn’t grinning anymore. “I’m sorry, I’m not good with talking to people.”

Jinx smiles again, and it’s now you decide to push the medical paste into one of her cuts. She lets out a large grunt that she tries to hold back. “It’s alright,” you say, wrapping the cut with a bandage.

“Treat all your guests like this?”

“Only the cute ones,” you say, smiling back at her, and for a moment, she losses that cocky grin and blushes. You slump down on the table by Jinx’s feet. You were starting to feel light-headed, slowly you pull your sticky cloak and shirt off, “Could you help clean the cuts on my back?” You say before handing Jinx a sponge and a small water dish filled with disinfected ****. You swear you heard her gulp before you turn around.

“Wow”, you hear Jinx mutter behind you, “Is it bad?” you ask, looking over your shoulder to Jinx, who is sitting up with her mouth open. “Oh no, everything’s just fine,” she says, grinning like a chaser cat.

“So, why’d you save me?” Jinx asks as she cleans your wounds with ****. “Well, why’d did you save me?” you ask. “I asked first,” she says, pushing just a bit harder with the sponge as she cleans. “Fair enough, you were hurt. Was I supposed to just leave you?”

“Most heroes do, then the cops mop us up and haul us off to prison.”

“Well, I’m new to this whole hero thing, and I couldn’t leave you there wounded. Your turn.”

“Bastard had it coming.

“Well, thanks for the save anyway.” You feel her place a few bandages on your back before she asks you to turn around. Her eyes were fixed on your abs. “Oh,” she quickly says before dabbing the sponge on your chest. “So what did they want from you so badly that they tortured you for it?”

Jinx looks down, “They wanted her”, she says, looking at Raven.