[(Y/N) POV]

You weaved in and out of consciousness. You being in and out wasn't from your wound, well kinda, it was more so the fact you didn't want to feel the pain of your wound. It was bad, you couldn't be on your shoulders with out it feeling almost unbearable. Sadly no one can sleep away their problems, and soon a painful emptiness forced you to get up. You wince in pain as you sit up, your shoulders and neck hurt. You open your eyes to see your in a tent, this didn't surprise you, because you had opened your eyes before now to see your surroundings. What did surprise you, however, was a man with W shaped hair (wearing black shoes and pants, a white under shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a red vest) enter the tent. 

He looked at you then quickly grabbed some berries from a pocket on his vest and offered them to you. "Here," he said, as you, hesitantly, took the berries. He cleared his throat, then awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, "It's nice to see that your a wake, I, well, I came in to change the bandages on your shoulders. I do hope that you don't mind that I bandaged them." 

You rolled your eyes, "I would rather have you bandage them then them bleeding, or getting infected." you reply rudely. 

"R-Right" he stuttered uncomfortably, "Umm, well, I should really change the bandages. Its probably best we change them everyd-".

"Ya, ya" you interrupt him, "Just change the bandages already!" 

"Oh, yes, of course." he passed. "If its all right with you maybe you could, umm, maybe take off your shirt? As it would be easier to bandage your shoulders with it off. Of course another alternative is I leave my vest in here and you can take your shirt off and I step out-" 

"I'll do the vest one," you reply coldly, "You seem to ramble so I cut you off, but I get what your saying." 

"O-Oh, umm, ok." He started taking his vest off but the stopped like he was forgetting something. His eyes widened as he's eyes and face palmed, "Oh my! How could I forget!?" 

You looked at him confusion flooded your face. 

"My name is Wilson, Wilson P. Higgsbury. And I'm ever so sorry that I didn't give my name before, I'm normally not so forgetful with important things." 

"It's fine." is all you say. 

He quickly finishes taking his vest off, leaving the tent with his vest laying on the ground. You the take your own shirt (F/C) shirt off and put on the vest, it was too big. that was good though, it would make it easier for Wilson to bandage your shoulders. 

"M-Miss? Is it ok for me to come back into the tent to change the bandages?" Wilson called from outside the tent. 

"Ya, you can come in." You call back. 

Wilson enters the tent holding new bandages, sitting behind you he quickly gets to work changing them. When he finished he walked out of the tent to let you change back into your shirt. 

You let out a sigh and you put your shirt back on and walk out of the tent to hand Wilson his vest back. You looked around his camp, even though it was more of a base, with walls up, a few chest in a corner, two crock pots next to what looked to be an ice box, drying racks, two strange machine to the right of the tent, and a camp fire in the middle of it all. Wilson was next to the crock pot, making something. You walked up to Wilson. 

"Hay" you said, making Wilson jump a little. You held back a laugh.

"O-Oh hello Miss. You startled me." Wilson said sheepishly. 

You rolled your eyes, "Oh I couldn't tell, it's not like you jumped 10 feet in the air." 

"Miss you do know that's a bit impossible, right?" Wilson asked you. 

"Ya, I was being sarcastic. Any who, here's your vest back." You say, as you hand Wilson his vest back. 

"Thank you Miss." he says as he starts to put his vest back on. 

You sigh, you were really getting annoyed by Wilson calling you "Miss" when talking to you, even if you hadn't given him your name. 

"Hay Wilson?" you ask him. 

"Yes?" he asked. 

"My name's (Y/N)." You say. 

Wilson smiled, "Well Miss (Y/N) are you hungry? I made meatballs". 

"Ya I'm hungry, but Wilson, please just call me (Y/N)." You tell him.

"Ok, (Y/N)" is all he said as he got the meatballs out of the crock pot.