“Ow,” Shen hissed. Her jaw clenched tight, as she tried to ignore the burning pain in her arm. You’re tending to her wound, like always. It's sometimes making her think the two of you are dating again. “How bad is it?”

Shen had been the one to push you away. She’d broken up with you, saying it was for your own safety, thinking she wasn't good enough. But here you are, worrying about her. She knows she doesn’t deserve you.

The bullet had ripped straight through her thigh, and not even a moment after she’d fallen, you were there. You’re always there for her.