Wade POV

"Harper!" I screamed as she shut her eyes. Shit, I should have known this was going to happen. She wasn't ready, we shouldn't have retreated. I ran hard jumping over whatever was in my way.

"Stryker its Wade, Harpers been shot, bring the helicopter down just north of my position." I looked down to her and lifted up her top. There was a bullet hole in her stomach that was bleeding heavily. Damn it.

When we finally reached the helicopter John was the only one on. His eyes widened when he saw her running out to me.

"Give her to me, you must be tired." He said.

"No."

"Wade-"I interrupted him.

"I said no OK?" I spat. He threw up his hands in surrender as I took a seat on the helicopter with her in my arms. Shit, there was blood all over me.

"How did this happen?" John asked.

"She-she knew more people were coming, to many to fight so we ran. She was behind me and got shot." I didn't know why, but bringing myself to say that was hard. Worry was pulsating through my body as she winced with every bump.

"Hurry up!" I screamed to the pilot. I'm pretty sure he swore but I was beyond caring. John grabbed a bandage and started to wrap it around her bullet wound. I cringed hearing her whimper.

"We are almost back Wade, don't worry." He said soothingly as he stroked her hair. He looked up to me.

"I don't want to see her die either Wade." He whispered. I sighed and pulled her closer.

When we arrived back Chris ran out to her first then James. Each of them tried to take her from my arms, no. We walked into the infirmary, her breathes were shallow as one of the doctors took her.

Stryker walked in obviously pissed.

"What happened?" He said centimetres away from my face.

"We were ambushed!" I screamed in his face.

"Did you get the rock?" He asked.

"Harper nearly died! Of course we didn't get it!" I yelled walking into the infirmary where James was.

"Wade you don't want to-"I pushed past him to see Harper screaming out in pain while they tried to remove the bullet while she was still awake. She shrieked as someone I had never seen before plunged their fingers into her stomach. She screeched out in pain and thrashed around. I jumped forward only by James stopping me.

"She will die if they don't get them out!" I thrashed forward before they pulled out a little silver bullet and she didn't move. Her body went limp as they pulled the defibrillator out; even James went stiff next to me.

I thrashed around even more when he pulled me out of the room. Stryker was on the phone to god knows who. I was pissed off, I heard the noise of the electric shock and closed my eyes and silently prayed for a miracle.

Harper P.O.V

It's weird when you wake up from death, you don't feel pain or the hurt. You breathe, that's all you focus on the fact that you are alive. The oxygen fills up your lungs and your eyes shoot open; the first thing I did was look for Wade, which was stupid because my vision was bad and it hurt to move.

"Take her into surgery now! She has lost too much blood." I felt a small sting in my arm then once again dizziness took over and I fell into deep sleep.

When I woke up the drugs must have worn off because my stomach was killing me.

"Ugh." I let out a moan of pain when I felt someone's hand on mine. I looked down to see Wade asleep next to me on the chair next to the bed.

"W-Wade…" I said in barely a whisper. His eye lids fluttered open and looked straight up into my blue eyes.

"Didn't think you could get rid of me that easily did you?" I joked. He smiled lightly at me.

"Well you did get shot on your first mission." He joked back.

"Shit." I mumbled. His face softened.

"You saved us…me, that's the main thing." He whispered taking my hand again. My heart fluttered; no he was just being nice. Wade was a player, I didn't need that.

"How was long was I out?" God my stomach was sore, I was going to have a ripping scar I knew that much.

"Four days." He said sympathetically. I groaned trying to sit up; he gently pushed me back down into bed.

"Are you nuts? They have you on accelerated healing as it is the rest you have to do yourself."

"When did you become serious?" My voice was raspy and dry. He smiled standing up and grabbing me a drink.

"Serious? No I just don't want you getting shot because that means I have to do all the work." He winked. Shit. Wade saved my life. I grabbed his arm turning him around to me so there was barely any space between us.

"You saved my life…thank you Wade." I whispered. He breathed in deeply then looked, he wanted to say something. He shook it off and smiled. He nodded walking out the room.

You have a crush on WADE. No I didn't, I couldn't have a crush on Wade. I was just grateful because he saved my life, anyone would be. Curios, I pulled off my covers and pulled up my shirt. There was a scar just above my belly button and under my rib. I sighed, that was going to be there for a while. My first mission and that happened, how embarrassing.

Wade's P.O.V

I walked out of the wing; I hated seeing her like that. Beautiful Harper now with a scar across her stomach. I personally thought scars were hot but this one was my fault so it made me feel bad. All the guys were in the lounge room and silent. When I entered they all jumped up…besides Victor and Zero.

"How is she?" Asked James.

"She is fine; she is still hot so it's all good." I smiled walking to the fridge and grabbing a beer. I heard them all give an exasperated sigh, I smirked.

"Why don't you just admit you are worried about her Wade?" James laughed.

"Me worried? No." I almost laughed. The all rolled their eyes.

"…So anyone want to go kill some people?" I asked.

"Shut up Wade."