Title: Worry

Word Count: 131

Rating: T

"Where were you?"

Vicious's eyed her steadily thinking the whole situation was ridiculous. Seriously, his side was bleeding and she just stared at him.

"I'll say it again," because she was that type she started to tap her foot. "Where were you?"

He was bleeding out and he never really won against her anyway so he sighed in defeat. "I ran into a few guys from the syndicate."

Her eyes went from pissed to worried instantly and he hated to see that.

"I took care of them." He moved around her and went into the bathroom.

She watched as he patched himself up all the while she thought of their options. She relented and walked over to him to help him out. If he wasn't worried then neither shall she be.