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[i] ‘You keep staring at me like that, people will think I’m dying.’[/i] Samad irritatedly commented when he felt Elsa’s concerned eyes roam across his healing skin. 

His eyelids fluttered open to greet hers, the left one strained against the scarring on his face. A good chunk of his bangs had failed to regrow until the skin finished regenerating. At least he didn’t need to shave that side of his face now, he mused to himself. Samad leaned his head against the cold concrete of the bunker.
 
Through his peripheral vision, he caught Elsa’s sheepish smirk after he caught her staring. They both knew being wounded was better than dead. 

[i]’Does it still hurt?’[/i]

[i]’Oh yes, like the sun decided to kiss my face.’[/i] 

Without warning him, her hand reached up then gently touched his healing burn. A gradual coolness sucked out the heat and numbed the pain. His body tensed for him against his will. As he relaxed, his breath exhaled. The tender moment didn’t last when a young girl, Rena, bursted in with a voice loud enough to rupture eardrums. Both Elsa and Samad flinched. Their eyes snapped to the location where the girl continued to ruin the rare moment of peace the teams had in the wake of Innocense’s loss. 

When the girl asked if there were any questions about the mission to kidnap the president, Samad pushed his head back farther. His grumbling voice shot into Elsa’s mind. 

[i] ‘Should’ve let the Rogue burn my ears off…’[/i]