9 and 15 have already been done so that leaves #17
things you said that I wish you hadn’t
“Dalton,” Jaz said with as she pressed her hands to the gushing wound on his stomach. “Shut up. Save it for later.”
He coughed out a dry chuckle. “May not be a later, Jaz.”
“You’re not saying that to me here and now. We’re not doing that god damn death bed confessions thing because you are not dying. You got that?” She ordered. She was not even considering any alternate outcomes.
“If you say so,” he said weakly.
“I say so,” she said through gritted teeth. “McG, where the hell are you, man?”
“Approaching the door. Give me another minute, Jaz.” came McG’s voice through the coms.
Dalton’s head was drooping and his eyes were fluttering closed. No. No!
“Adam!” She yelled. His head snapped up and his eyes found hers. “Stay with me, okay?”
“Try harder,” she told him desperately.
“Why don’t you want me to say it?” He asked. “The words.”
“Because if you’re saying it then you’ve given up. We both know you’d never say them otherwise,” she told him with a shake of her head.
“You don’t know that for sure,” he said weakly.
She scoffed and smirked at him. “Are you still my CO?”
“Yeah,” he said with a weak grin.
“Then there’s our answer,” Jaz told him with a soft smile. “As long as you’re my CO and my team mate you’re not going to say it. Not out loud. I’m okay with that. Especially right fucking now. Because you not saying it at this moment means you plan to keep breathing and keep on being my CO. So, don’t say it. Save it for later. Whenever that might be. Okay?”
He tipped his chin in a barely noticeable nod. “Okay.”
The door burst open and McG was at Dalton’s side in a flash. Jaz breathed a sigh of relief as McG replaced her hands with his.
“Shit, top,” McG said with a grin that was both teasing and terrified. “What did you get yourself into this time?”
He snorted and smirked. “You should see the other guy.”
“Good news is,” McG said as he got a look at the wound. “The bullet didn’t hit anything vital. Bad news is, I’m gonna have to cauterize the wound. You’ll live but it’s gonna hurt like hell.”
Jaz smirked at gave Dalton a boastful glance. “Told you you’d have a later.”
He rolled his eyes and grimaced before giving McG a nod. “Do it.”