I was in the mood for angst. What can I say?
The first time he undresses her there is nothing sexy or sexual about it.
There are no coy looks, no flirting, none of their witty banter; there is just her pale distorted body and red.
So much red it's mind-blowing it covers his hands and her body, saturating her clothes.
He doesn't know how he stopped himself from screaming, from lashing out at his other teammates.
But he does.
He does and he treats her wounds as best he can- after all he's no medic- and silently prays that she hangs on until they make it back to safe territory, to a real medic, to help.
When he's too tired to pray to gods he doesn't believe in, he curse himself.
He curses his life and his astounding ability to not die, because he knows, he knows he's the reason she's so terribly injured.
He's the reason she substituted herself to take the blow, and it's a maddening thought.
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