It hurt. Both for you and her. You, physically; an operation ended with you getting wounded. For Thunderbird, it hurt mentally; she blamed herself for not protecting you right there, and that you lied in the evac in pain. Her heart ached and cried out for you.

Inspecting the wound, she took a deep breath; trying to contain the onslaught of her emotions with her charming smile.

"Babe," She broke the tense silence. "You can't just run from the squad like that on your own."