He was drunk. Again.
It wasn't the loss of Red Shield that hurt the most. Or the disappearance of Saya and Hagi. No, it was the fact that she was gone. And so he drank, to stop himself from thinking of her.
He couldn't blame her for leaving. It was true that all research done with Red Shield had to be kept secret, and she would never receive recognition with them. It was true that her life was probably in much less danger now. It was true that he hadn't given her the attention he should have...
He got up to get himself another drink and caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. He looked tired, disheveled, broken. He could see scars under his open shirt; he was covered with them. He'd always taken it for granted that she'd be there to patch him up. She was always there waiting for him after every mission; helping him take his shirt off, the sting of the medicine cleaning the wounds, her smooth hands carefully wrapping bandages around his chest as she chastised him to be more careful, hands lingering a few extra seconds on his bare skin...
God damn it, he missed her.
Later that night, the others would hear David mumbling in his sleep. "Julia...love..."
Author's Note: I just love the David/Julia pairing. It really is a shame how few stories there are for them. This is my first story, so drop me a review if you have any criticism or an idea on how I can improve.