“Babe, I’m totally okay!” Zack whines, reaching for your hand when he sees you glare at him in frustration. “All the bleeding was internal, and that’s where the blood’s supposed to be, right?”

His last mission had been going smoothly until an abrupt ambush from an enemy group. In order to protect the 3rd class SOLDIERs deployed alongside him, Zack took a nasty blow to the chest, one bad enough to land him in the medical ward and put on leave.

Still, maybe it was worth it in the end because you’d practically flown all this way to come see him. He squeezes your hand before entwining fingers and giving you a pleading look. “Come on, don’t be mad.”