Did I ever tell you your my hero
Your everything I wish I could be
Cain checked the men, grimaced. He'd really been looking foreward to shooting somebody, but she pretty much took care of that. Travis was still alive, but the others weren't so lucky. Each was shot at least once in the heart while Travis had gotten hit in the abdomen. Raw was already tending to Az, he could heal Travis whenever he felt like getting around to it.
Zero wasn't leaving Az's side for anything, and she was grateful. His hand was gripping her unharmed one and her head rested against his shoulder. It wasn't out of love, at least not completely, they both knew that. It was out of exhaustion and need for friendly contact.
Raw helped in silence, lifting her broken arm. Nobody bothered to speak. She took a shattered breath, knew she'd have to be the one who broke the silence. Looking down at thier joined hands, she couldn't help but notice how perfectly thier fingers fit together. It was as if his hand was the only one she was meant to hold. Shaken by that slightly alarming fact, she felt her heart open to him just a little more. And she knew she had to speak. "I'm sorry."
He turned his head slightly, blinked. "There's nothing to apologize for."
She just continued to lean on him, closed her eyes for a second as a sharp pain filled her arm. Raw had warned her it would hurt, but she hadn't expected it to feel like her arm had broken all over again. Fighting through the pain, she spoke again. "I was cruel and cold when I had no right to be. I know it probably confused and hurt you, so I'm sorry."
He laughed, let go of her hand to wrap his arm around her. Raw exused himself with a smile, Azkadellia would be alright. She and Zero would be alright. Az looked at Zero like a madman as he continued to laugh. "Woman, you've just been through hell and back, don't apologize for anything so trivial."
"I need to." She grimaced at the blouse she was wearing. The warm color was covered in spots of red. It'd been practically torn off of her. Decency had been forgotten and now she sat in a shirt that was hanging by three threads that attatched a single button to the material. Understanding her embarrassment, he released her and slipped off his black jacket. Carefully, he draped it over her shoulders. "Thanks." She smiled a little, her eyes brimming at the tender gesture that was so much a part of his nature.
Unsure of himself, he moved down in front of her, touched her face. She lifted her head to meet his eyes. Everything he felt and more was right there, and it overwhelmed him. "Hey, no, it's alright now. It's over."
"Delayed reaction." She shook her head, pulled her hands out of his. "I'm alright, really."
Biting back an oath, he gave in to the urge to hold her. Pulling her on to the ground against him, he felt his shaken world right itself. "Well, I'm not. Don't fight, just let me hold you, I need to hold you."
She was shaking, she'd promised herself she wouldn't break down. But it was as if his touch broke something inside of her, there were no barriers against him. "I've been worse, not physically of course, but I've been worse." She ran a hand through his short hair in an effort to sooth the both of them.
"Yeah, I know it." He nodded aginast her. "And it's the second time you've almost brought me down with you." With a small smile, he pulled back to look at her. Even with the left over blood and a few blooming bruises, she'd never looked more beautiful. After all, her beauty had always been in her eyes, the calm serene eyes that could be full of such emotion as they were now. "Let's not try for a third time."
She pretended to think about that for a minute, then met his eyes with a laugh. "I can agree with that."
Oh, and I, I can fly higher than an eagle
For you are the wind beneath my wings