“God-,” Caitlyn hisses. Her jaw is slightly clenched, trying to ignore the sting. You’re tending to her, like you always have. It almost makes her think the two of you are dating again. “Is it severe?”

She had been the one to push you away, of course. She’d broken up with you.

…Yet here you are, fretting over her.

She doesn’t deserve you.

The bullet ripped straight through her thigh, and not even a moment after, you were at her side. You’re always there for her.