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"Alex?! What are you doing here?" Yassen slid the glass door to the train compartment open. When Alex saw him come in, he slouched down in the seat pulling his sweatshirt hood over his face. Yassen sat down on the opposite seat and tried again, "Alex?"
Alex didn't respond and Yassen was alarmed to see that Alex was holding his side in a white knuckled grip. Alex shifted, trying to settle deeper into the seat.
"Alex!" Yassen quickly got up, sitting next to Alex, gently prying the teen's hand away from his side. Alex instinctively winced and tried to pull away. Yassen lifted Alex's sweatshirt up, his fingers gently probing the bloody bullet wound in the teen's side.
"Yassen, I'm fine" Alex ground out painfully. The assassin's only response to this to raise his eyebrows and pull out a handkerchief to press against the wound.
"You're getting off with me at the next stop. My safe house is close to here."
Alex was too tired to even think about arguing with Yassen. His eyes slowly slid shut, and the next thing he knew, Yassen was waking him up. The pain in his side had worsened to the point where he could barely walk. Yassen helped Alex up, forcing the teen to lean on him as they slowly walked out of the train.
By the time they got to Yassen's car, Alex was struggling to stay conscious. He managed to slide into the front seat, barely aware of Yassen reaching over him to buckle his seat belt. Alex felt his world drop away as his vision went black and he went limp in the seat. Yassen sighed in relief, at least he didn't have to worry about Alex figuring out where the safe house was.
Alex stirred weakly on the bed, his forehead beaded with sweat. He woke up with a moan, "Y-Y-Y-Yassen?"
Alex managed to sit up, returning Yassen's concerned look with a glare. The teen glanced around, taking in the room. There was little furniture, only a desk, a couple of chairs and the bed he was currently lying in. He looked down at his side, swathed in bandages. For some reason his entire left side felt numb, Alex lifted his head up as Yassen came over.
"What do you want? Why'd you do this?" Alex asked, slight confusion clouding his eyes.
Yassen didn't say anything, he only sat on the edge if the bed and carefully started unwrapping the bandages from Alex's side. There were at least three full layers of bandages. Alex bit his lip as the pain started to get worse. Yassen finished and pressed his hand against Alex's forehead.
"You have a slight fever. Get some sleep" Yassen turned to leave but Alex clutched the assassin's sleeve.
"Wait. D-d-d-don't leave. Please" Ales looked up at Yassen, his cheeks flushed with fever and embarrassment.
"Why?" Yassen asked.
"I-I-I-I can't sleep."
Yassen just turned and walked to the trashcan and threw away the bandages and left the room. Alex's shoulders slumped and he tried to fall asleep, closing his eyes. Minutes later, his eyes snapped open as the door opened. Yassen came in carrying what looked like a glass of water and a laptop. He put the laptop on the desk and came over to Alex.
"Here, drink this" Yassen handed the glass to Alex.
Alex stared suspiciously at the glass. "How do I know that's not poison?"
Yassen rolled his eyes. "Just drink it."
Alex managed to finish the entire glass. He was starting to feel drowsy, his eyelids drooping. Yassen sat next to him, pulling the blankets up.
"Somehow I don't think you'll have trouble sleeping tonight, little Alex."
That was the last thing Alex heard before drifting into oblivion. Yassen smiled at the now unconscious boy and pulled open his laptop, logging into MI6's files.
A/N: Please tell me if you like this! This was just a 3-4 chaptered story for one of my friends and I decided to post it here. If you like it, please review!