I took down the first version of this fic and now I'm reposting. This is just the prologue now. That's all. Btw, I don't own the KND.

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"Okay, Sector V. Is everyone alright?"

Different murmurs of 'yeah' answered Numbuh One's question, after a particularly hard battle with the Delightful Children From Down The Lane.

Well, except for...

"OWWW!"

All heads turned to Numbuh Four, who was cradling his arm, a patch of red staining his sleeve.

"Boy, where did you get that?" Numbuh Five asked incredulously; it was rare for any of them to obtain serious injuries, and even after missions, the most they would have is small scratches and minor bruises.

"Hey, hey, lemme see, Numbuh Four!" Numbuh Two exclaimed, rushing over to said operative to see said wound, displaying typical boy behavior. Numbuh Four scowled at him, whining.

"Guys, get this maniac away from meh!"

Numbuh One adjusted his glasses. "Numbuh Two," he said in a stern voice. "Leave Numbuh Four alone and Numbuh Three," he beckoned her with a hand, "Take care of him. Team, let's go back to the C.O.O.L.B.U.S."

"Okie-dokie, Numbuh One!" She saluted, going over to Numbuh Four, who jerked his arm away.

"No! Ah don't need some cruddy gerl's help with this!"

"Come on, Numbuh Four…" She pleaded hopelessly as they boarded the vehicle.

She took out the emergency fist aid kit from under the aisle and scooted over to him, who was wincing slightly, gritting his teeth to keep from crying out.

She poked him in the shoulder. "I can make it all go away…" She said softly.

His grip on his arm tightened as he swung back and forth in deliberation. He looked at her, giving in.

"Oh, alroight. But this is a one-time deal, 'kay?"

She beamed at him. "Of course, Numbuh Four. Of course."

He hissed she peeled the orange sleeve off his arm, revealing a ghastly wound. Gently, seeing the way his hand clenched in rebellion, she used piece of cloth to wipe away the dried blood, leaving only a raw abrasion.

She screwed off the cap of a bottle of anesthetic, then dipped a cotton ball inside. She picked it out, and, meeting her lilac eyes meeting green ones, whispered, "Ready?" He nodded; face suddenly twisting in pain as she lowered the cotton ball onto the deep gash, screams catching in his throat. The stinging lessened as his opened skin adjusted to the medicine, but maybe it was also because of the tender smile she gave him while she performed the process. After she was done, she threw away the cotton ball and proceeded to the roll of bandages. She raised his arm slightly to wrap it easier, and afterwards the pain receded to a dull throbbing. The smile never left her face, and even grew a couple of inches as she took a red marker and drew a tiny heart on his bandaged arm.

He was about to jerk it away, but she wasn't finished yet, as she lifted his arm up to her lips and kissed his knuckles, tinting his cheeks pink. He looked around warily to see if any of their teammates saw it. Numbuh One had just confirmed the success of the mission with Global Command; Numbuh Five was trying to take a catnap, with her cap covering her face; and Numbuh Two was humming a tuneless song as he drove. He relaxed.

"All better?" She asked, as she put away the supplies.

"Yeah, thanks…" He trailed off as if to say something else, but was too shy to say so. But then, scratching the nape of his neck, he lowered his eyes, and his voice too, in a whispering manner.

"Y'know, Numbuh Three, it really ain't like meh to say this, but…

"You'd make a great nurse someday."

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