“I’m fine.”
Valerian was certainly not fine, he could actually feel the blood seeping into his shirt but he was to stubborn to acknowledge that he probably needed help. They were back on the ship, fresh off a mission and he’d been smart enough to actually head immediately to their small infirmary but of course Laureline had followed quickly behind him. It’s not like he’d actually gotten shot, the blast had grazed his upper bicep. As per usual, he’d been first to practically barrel into trouble, the line of fire, when things just weren’t going according to plan. And as per usual, Laureline had been the one to dispatch the one who had actually taken the shot at him while he was busy taking care of another guy. Between the bleeding (which he really didn’t want to look at, in all honesty) and the scrapes and bruises that came along with trying to fight five guys at once, he wouldn’t admit he actually didn’t want to assess any wounds and would rather just shower and sleep it all off.
His partner wasn’t going to let this go though, he knew that much. But he tried to just ignore her for a moment as he reached for the gauze in the cabinet in the infirmary with his uninjured arm. She had a right to be….maybe a little more worried than usual. This was their first mission he’d improvised on since she’d accepted the pearl on her finger. And he had to admit it had been different, he’d actually felt his heart stop the moment the damn shot had grazed him. They weren’t just partners anymore. When he’d looked back at her after the shooter had gone down, he’d been looking into the wide eyes of his wife. “I can patch myself up.” It’s not like she had always been around, he could handle himself. And he doubted it was anything they’d have to actually go on base for, he was stubborn but he wasn’t stupid when it came to any injury.
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