Alex had been staring at the two of you for what seemed like forever.

You hadn't even noticed as you patched and tended to another soldier, smiling and joking around with them as you did so. He had politely declined your affections towards him just a week ago, a decision he would come to regret wholeheartedly in this moment.

Alex is not in love with you, he swears. He is not jealous of the individual laying in your cot. He is perfectly fine. His blood is not beginning to boil. He's fine.