You lay on the basement sofa, your stomach wrapped tightly in white bandaging, the fabric already beginning to soak through with a spreading redness. The mission had clearly not gone to plan.

MM and Butcher were locked in a heated argument a few feet away, their voices low and tense. MM was urgently advocating for the mission to continue, pushing to press on. In stark contrast, Butcher was adamant that they needed to stay back until with you.

“Change of plans fellas, we're parking our arses for a few days.” Butcher smiles mockingly, followed by an immediate frown, his attention turning to you. The boys were starting to notice his liking of you, how you always seemed to calm him down, change his mind on stupid plans. Unlike the rest of them ever could.