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She'd seen this before. That look on his eyes that seemed to crunch into one singularity. His hand clutching his shoulders tightly while red stains completely ruined Michael's pretty look in his uniform. His face was hers. Was him. Was that girl. Was her old classmates. And was every single one she had loved in her life, and now taken away from her like water dripping away from her palm. And why? Why would it have to be someone that she cared about, or had begun to care about. Why couldn't it be the bad guys, or at least those she never met or knew they existed? Why would it have to be them? She was just beginning to know him!

[color=a9ff7d][b]"M-Michael, please don't. Everybody needs you!"[/b][/color] 

He was a man of technical expertise and insight. The attack on Amone's supply line is crucial and losing a sapper early on could be a difference between victory and defeat, not just in the tunnel, but the entire siege as well. And for someone with the engineering expertise like him, they couldn't afford to. And more, she didn't want to see him die as well. She knew his promise. Even if his mother was someone she had never known aside from her association, she felt just like she was her own. His death could spell her end as well. And she'd had enough of people around her suffering.

But there was reaction! When she grabbed onto his wrist, he seemed to look up. He looked at her, then over to Diana, who had kindly offered to help, albeit under Jean's orders as well. The shock was on its first step to dissipate. He stared at her for long, long to Lucia, before he swallowed heavily and gently nodded to the two, as he was drilled away with Lucia and Diana holding onto his two shoulders.

He was helped onto the back corner of the room, where he was placed leaning against the wall before Lucia ripped the cloth over his two gunshot wounds. His shoulder had taken much lighter injury, as the bullet only grazed through his flesh, whilst his upper arm took the full brunt. She just needs to dress this up for now, and pray that they'd have enough time to properly have first aid for this. But first, they'd need some clean clothing. Lucia immediately scoured through the drawers and bookcases, whatever available in the room. Luckily, there was a wardrobe that contained a small shirt, crumpled at the bottom, presumably left behind in the hasty evacuation. The carelessness proved to be a great merit, as Lucia ripped the shirt into two as she ran back to Michael and Diana. 

[color=a9ff7d][b]"T-Tie this around his shoulder!"[/b][/color] She said, although it was quite a strange way to phrase it. But Diana would probably get it anyway. After both knew what to do, she immediately went into the dress. Pressing hardly onto the bleeding arm, it felt so painful. Obviously for Michael, she could see it on his face, but for Lucia as well. She was hurting someone, even with the intention of saving them. 

[color=a9ff7d][b]"D-Does it hurt?"[/b][/color] 

He nodded lightly. The half-closed eyes, the shaky lips and the ragged input and output of oxygen. He was scared. Even more than she could imagine him. The fear of dying in this foreign city, and ironically the ones he always wanted to visit in peacetime, had gotten his senses. Just like he had told her.

[color=a9ff7d][b]"Michael. You told me we can be brave when we're together, right? I'm here now. Don't lose yourself."[/b][/color] 
[@Landaus Five-One]