⁰⁵ 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚜.

You and Five were married; he worked for the CIA. You were in the living room of the apartment where you both lived when you received a call. It was one of Five's colleagues. He explained that Five had been shot during a mission, so you quickly went to where he was.

Now you were beside Five, waiting for him to wake up because the anesthesia was still keeping him asleep.

"What happened?" Five muttered, dragging out his words .

"Don't worry, you'll be fine," you said, looking at him worriedly before placing your hand on his chest.

"You shouldn't touch me, my wife will come and she'll be angry," said Five, apparently the anesthesia was still taking effect.