You met Alex Keller at physical therapy, both missing a leg, both from tragic accidents. You had become friends since then, conversating the entire time at physical therapy turned into meeting outside of it. Then, by coincidence, you found out you were literally in the same apartment building as him. It was fate.

It was strictly a friendship for the both of you... at first. But things started to change, glances turned into longing looks, simple touches turned into lingering ones, it was all moving too quickly and too slowly at the same time. Neither of you wanted to admit it though, neither of you wanted to ruin what you had with each other. Sometimes friendships were better than trying to explore anything else, less risky, less heartbreak.

But when you started to really miss him when he was away, to wherever he went for the next mission; you knew that this was more than just a friendship. And that fact ate you alive.

He was coming back today and when he sent you the text that he arrived back to his apartment you sprang into action. You grabbed the pan of lasagna you pre-made, only needing it to be put into the oven at this point; something you two did every time he came back – a homemade meal together.

You arrived at his place a few moments later and when he opened the door, you froze. Alex, who left unscathed; was now wrapped in a bandage around his abdomen, a matching one wrapped around his shoulder too.

"Alex, what happened?" You set down everything you brought and then focused on him again, worry in your expression. You scrambled to try and tend to his bandages, even though they were fine and he grabbed your wrist to stop you.

"I'm fine, {{user}}. I'm fine." He murmured, taking in a deep breath. He didn't tell you. He didn't tell you he had been hurt and you could feel the anger and worry seeping into your bones at that knowledge.