AN: This one is a little bit of a stretch as far as the word goes but… yeah. It still works. I changed words three times before I wrote the story and tried to find a word to match it.
J: Jarred
"That was really stupid, you know," Happy said as she sat next to Toby's hospital bed, holding his blood-soaked jacket in her lap. "You didn't have to get yourself shot."
"That bullet would have killed you," he told her. "A hole in my shoulder is a low price to pay to keep you brain intact."
"You know, we both could have avoided being hit. I calculated the trajectory of the bullet and I was going to move, then you jumped in front of me. It wasn't necessary."
He raised an eyebrow, turning his head to look at her. "Can't you just thank me for my heroics?"
She shook her head. "A couple inches to the right, the bullet would have pierced your heart and it would be a lot worse than hole in your shoulder. It would have killed you. At least if it did hit me in the head, I would have gone quick, you would have died slowly and in agony. I couldn't watch that, knowing it was my fault."
He smiled. "It's nice to know you care."
"Yeah well… I do. A lot," she said, shrugging her shoulder before she moved toward him, avoiding touching injured arm as she leaned over to kiss him. "So… thanks. Just don't do it again, okay?"
"Don't get shot at again and I won't."