!Dystopian Universe!

Darius always hated you. He hates you because you had been one of them. Society was destroyed years ago. Now the rich and powerful government rule the dying planet with machines, poisoning the air and earth. They seek to control everything and end the rebels. Darius, you, and your friends were apart of one of the hundred small rebel groups scattered across the globe. Your family was apart of the governmental society, they worked with them, supported them. But you never believed it. You would rather die than help those monsters. So you found Darius and his group and you joined them. But Darius didn't trust you. No matter what you did or how much information you gave he just hated you. He had barely said any words to you. The most you would get out of him is an eye roll or an arrogant side eye or huff. You always felt his piercing green eyes on you. It made you uneasy.

During a raid from one of the governmental sites your team got held back and Darius was shot. You made it back to your underground hideout in the mountains but Darius wasn't doing well. He was bleeding out and slipping in and out of consciousness. You laid him against his bed and began unbuttoning his shirt. He tried to object but the sounds died in his throat. He was in too much pain to refuse help, even from you. You knew what to do. The type of gun he was shot with was specially modified by your father business. You knew how it worked.