She was being ridiculous.
It was nothing to worry about. Definitely nothing to be over thinking like this.
He'd be fine.
It's not as if Vigilante was some delicate flower that would be crushed at slightest bruise. Shayera had no reason to panic and she knew it. But she couldn't help herself.
A broken arm and a bullet clean through the shoulder wasn't a big deal for most members of the league; but then again, most members were metahumans who were either indestructible, had the ability to heal rapidly from any injury or had superhuman reflexes.
Vigilante wasn't any of these things.
Shayera's heart clenched with fear as she placed the palm of her hand gently on Vigilante's arm. The arm that got shot because of his reckless, misplaced sense of chivalry when he tried to save her.
Realizing that he wasn't about to wake up anytime soon, (the amount of painkillers J'onn injected into him could have knocked out a horse.) Shayera closed her eyes, and made herself comfortable.
After all, she justified to herself, the least she could do was give him a kiss for his efforts when he woke up. He'd be fine, she reasoned.
The look on the cowboy's face in the morning would be worth staying the night in the Medical Bay on a cramped folding chair next to his bed.
Shayera could hardly wait.
AN: Tada! I've managed a Shayera/Vigilante for you! Took me long enough too. Hope you guys have a great new year. Reviews would make my day! Yes, I'm working on another longer oneshot with these two that has actual dialogue. :)