Remali

(you are a girl)

You've been in this business your whole life. The only girl in the organization, and your eternal rock was Remali. Average height, dark hair, and those unbearably beautiful dark blue eyes. He worked perfectly, and so did you, but together you were perfect. Arguments, disagreements.

Today's assignment - a businessman on the road - was no exception.

You were in position. When he came out surrounded by a ring of guards, everything went to hell. Shots rang out.

You shot back, but the bullet still entered your leg. A sharp pain flashed through your body. Through the ringing in your ears, you heard his roar: "Run!" You ran, feeling the blood soaking your pant leg. He covered you, and when you were a little way from the utility room door, you saw him flinch and clutch his side.

You rushed inside, blocked the door with the closet, and slid down the wall to the floor. In the dim light, Remali was already pulling off his black turtleneck. Underneath were sculpted muscles and a bullet hole oozing blood. He hissed through his teeth, tearing open a bandage package and tossing a second one to you. You caught it, watching as he deftly, albeit wincing, began bandaging himself.

He looked up at you. In the darkness, his blue eyes seemed almost black, but they still burned with the same familiar fire of irritation.

• so what do we have... me, whose side is broken, you, whose leg is broken, and nothing else...