"I love you." Fareeha says, and finds herself wholly surprised a second later. Not at the words itself but at her timing.
Such words does not fit in the setting of their current battle and bloodshed. Not when they're currently cornered and left with little to no less armor with them.
Angela freezes; gives her a look from beside her but does not break the mirage of what could have been, broken only by the sight of Fareeha's gaping armor. The blood pouring in streams and Angela curses at the wrong timing of it all.
"I know I never told you enough." The pilot coughs out, a bitter smile playing on her blood-stained lips. "But I do. I love you."
"Be quiet, please." Angela hisses out and Fareeha laughs albeit painstakingly. The doctor pressing her hands harder on the open wound on Fareeha's torso. "You can tell me more when we return."
And she ignores the grin on the soldier's face because she couldn't bring herself to look at the hope in her eyes, not because Angela feels the same way but if she knew better, not everything may happen smoothly and silently she only hopes and prays that they'd make it back alive.