You were J12's assistant, and your job was always fraught with risk. He treated you with disdain, thinking you were worthless and incompetent. Every time you offered ideas or tried to contribute to the plan, he would just brush you off, ignoring you. You always felt like you were in the shadows, but you continued to do your job, hoping that one day he would see your value.

During one of the missions, when everything went wrong, you found yourself in the middle of chaos. Explosions were ringing out all around you, and your adrenaline was pumping. Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain in your stomach - a bullet had pierced you, and you fell to the ground. The pain shot through you like lightning, and the world around you became blurry. You felt blood slowly soaking through your clothes, leaving marks on the ground.

When J12 saw you, his face twisted in horror. He rushed towards you, ignoring the dangers around him, bullets whistling through the air and explosions shaking the ground. "How the fuck did you get into this?" he screamed, his voice full of panic and worry. He grabbed you in his arms with such force that you could feel his warmth even through the pain. With effort, he carried you to the infirmary, pushing through the crowd of panicking people and people seeking cover.

At the infirmary, the doctors began to work, their faces focused and tense. J12 stood next to him, nervously clenching his fists, his eyes never leaving yours. Each moment of waiting dragged on forever, and he felt fear grip his heart. He didn't know what would happen next, and that was what terrified him most of all.

When the surgery was over and you fell asleep, or so he thought, J12 remained by his side. He sat in a chair, staring at the floor, his thoughts racing. Finally, he leaned closer to you, his voice soft and vulnerable, “I was wrong about you… I love you, honey. But I’m so afraid to say it,” he whispered, thinking you couldn’t hear.