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Murrue Ramius made her way through the hangar. She was off duty, and she had nothing better to do, she wasn't tired, even though everyone up on the bridge told her to rest while she still can, she didn't listen. Besides, she wanted to see him.
She didn't exactly like the idea of going the rough the hangar. It was always to busy and loud for her. But unlike her, Mu practically lived down there, so she had to go through it.
There were a lot of tools and machines sticking out everywhere. She was starting to wonder what was more dangerous, him flying around in the Strike in the heat of battle, or working here.
Along her way, shoe had to walk past he areas where the mechanics were repairing the Freedom after its recent battle. There were pieces of metal that were vital points on the mobile suit that needed repairing. Towards the end of the mess, she started walking a little too carelessly, and when she went to turn to go in the direction of the Strike, she got her arm caught on the sharp edge of on of the Freedoms parts and cur her arm open, She made a slight whimper as she winced at the sudden pain shooting up her arm. She covered it up to hide the blood that was now seeping thorough her uniform and continued to walk.
She spotted him, just standing there alone, staring up at the Strike.
"Mu?" She called out quietly as she made his way over to him.
"Huh?" He turned his head slowly, his blue eyes meeting with her tawny ones.
She kept walking until there was about a foot of distance between them.
"Murrue, what are you doing down here, your gonna get yourself…" He slowed down upon seeing left arm and her failed attempt to hide it with her palm.
…Hurt,"
"It's nothing," She tried to assure him.
"No, it's not, now come on I'll take you down to the infirmary and clean you up," He insisted as h ushered her to the door way that ked out of the hangar.
"No, Mu, I'm fine," Murrue squirmed underneath his arms that were now on her shoulders shoving her out eh door.
Besides Murrue unsuccessful attempts to get away, the walk to infirmary was quiet. Once they got there, the two realized that there was no one there, which was strange seeing that there is always a time where someone can get injured on the sip. They shrugged it off as Mu went around getting what he needed.
Murrue sat herself on the floor as Mu approached her.
"You sure you wanna- Murrue pout her hand up to silence him.
"If I have to sit in a chair for 5 more minutes I think I just might have to shoot myself," She smiled up at hum as he laughed"
I guess I can't blame you, huh?" Mu answered as he settled himself down next to her.
"Alright, now take off your blouse," Mu apparently didn't realize how bad that sounded right away.
"Why?" She almost growled in response as his head shot up.
"So I can look at your cut, not you're… you know what I mean!" Mu half shouted at her flushing as she laughed at him. "Relax, Mu, I know what you mean," She set his mind at ease as she undid her belt and pulled her right arm out of it's sleeve.
Mu put the cotton ball that he picked out of the first aid kit and stuck it over the peroxide bottle and flip edit upside down for a few seconds before turning it back over right.
He raised it up and slowly stuck it over her cut. She quickly responded with a jump and a quiet cry.
"What, did it hurt?" MU teased.
"N-no, you just surprised me, that's all," As she blushed as he smiled.
He didn't say anything more to her. He tried again, this time warning her.
"You ready this time?"
She nodded her head in response.
He touched the cotton to her arm again. Her eyes squeezed shut and she grabbed the hand that was putting the peroxide on her arm, but she didn't stop him. After a few more minutes of cleaning the blood off, he pulled out a gauze and put some ointment on it. He then stuck it to her arm. He looked up to see how she was doing. He was only met by a blank stare. He brushed it off and put a white patch over the cut on her forearm.
"Finished," he called out after giving her arm one more look over.
She finally came back to reality as she looked at him. She smiled genuinely up at him.
"Thank you, Mu, I really appreciate it," The look he gave her, however, was not one of happiness.
She was about to ask him if he was alright, but he cut her off with his voice. "Why are you hiding?"
"Wh-what?" She didn't know hat she meant.
"You hide your pain and sadness, why, Murrue?" I know how much pain you're always in, so why do you hide it?"
She understood now.
"I'm…the captain, Mu, I f I don't hide then they won't think I'm-
"Human," He butted in.
"Mu," She went to touch his face with her palm, but he move d it out of reach.
"I know you want to let it out. Why are you holding back?"
Murrue put her head down. She knew he was right; she'd kept it bottled up for far too long. And for the first time in years, she cried. She cried for him, because she loved him. He wrapped her up in his arms as she let her pain slide down her cheeks. It wasn't long before she stopped. She then looked up at his face as he dried her tears off of her cheeks.
"I may be hiding from them, but just know this, Mu; I'm not hiding anything...from you.
:I got this whole idea from Dominus's homepage...hehe…there was a picture of Mu taking care of a scrape on Murrue's arm. The pictures not there anymore, But maybe if you ask her nice enough she will give you the link to the picture xD sorry Lanna…lol…its kind of ironic…for those of you who are reading my other story "Side Walk When She Walks" then you know that Mu was the one who was afraid of the peroxide when Murrue had it…but…in this extra EXTRA long drabble…Murrue was…hmm…but then again…who isn't afraid of peroxide:cringes: Je Taime!
