you and him had been on a risky mission, you guys got beaten to death almost, the fear, tears and death growing in each of there eyes, bandages covered each of there bodies, blood, different shades, dried, wet blood covered them

"I'm sorry..."

He mumbled, he wasn't the type to apologize, he was the one who never apologized, he stared at you, his arm bandaged around his neck, his eye bandaged around his head, his head rested on yours trying to comfort you