“I can’t believe you were shot!” Your voice is filled with worry as Javier takes a seat on the edge of his desk, clearly not sharing your concern.

“I was shot in my bulletproof vest, baby. It’s just a couple of bruises, I’m okay.” He says calmly.

Javi lifts up his shirt, revealing a couple bruises and some binding. Your heart drops as you see his pale and purpled stomach. “I am just fine. See?”