Once A Day
Characters/Pairings:
Heero, Relena, Sally; 1xR if the shipping goggles are on tight enough
Word Count:
225
Author's Note:
This one I hate. Okay, not hate. Strongly dislike. I really feel like this word limited what I could do, and even though I'm not particularly happy with the result, I seriously doubt I could do better. Ah well, I think that's the point of this particular endeavor.

Autologous - involving a situation in which the donor and the recipient (of blood, skin, bone, etc.) are the same person


"You're lucky," Sally chastised as she placed the blood bag on hook. "Your blood type isn't rare, but since we happened to have a bag that you donated, we don't have to worry about your body rejecting it."

Heero grunted, but didn't say anything. Though Sally had left the medical field in favor of being a Preventer agent, she was the go to for field medicine. Like now, for example.

A tour of a provincial area had suddenly turned dangerous when a small group of self-proclaimed freedom fighters had attacked. Heero, ever diligent, had taken the bullet in the shoulder, but in the process had lost a lot of blood in the ensuing chaos. An emergency transfusion had been required to keep him from going into shock, and just his luck one of the bags brought had been his own blood.

When Sally left the medical tent, Relena moved her stool closer to the cot where Heero was laying. "I would normally make a comment here about how dumb that move was, but seeing as you were just doing your job and I wouldn't be sitting here if it wasn't for you..." She stared down at her hands in her lap. "Thank you, Heero."

He grunted again. "Just doing what I'm paid for."

Relena reached out and gently put her hand on his and squeezed.