Chapter 11

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"And why exactly am I stitching you up again?"

The words may have been spoken to Heero, but Sally's sharp eyes were focused on you. You swallowed and guiltily looked to the side. Heero grunted when Sally prodded his abdomen a little too harshly. She was definitely not pleased about something.

You all sat in the kitchen area. Heero was seated on a chair while Sally was stitching his wound closed again. You watched as she made her fifth one.

Wait ...

Was she putting in extra?! Well, you wouldn't blame her for doing so. Heero would mostly likely tear these open, too - although he couldn't be held entirely responsible for the last ones breaking. You had been a willing participant in that. You started fearing Sally knew as well when she shot you another fierce look in between stitches.

"I came here to check up on the tracker under [Name]'s skin, not to stitch you up again, Yuy."

Her words got only sharper when neither of you spoke up or tried to offer her an excuse.

"If you keep this up, Une won't let you join the assault team," Wufei gruffly stated.

You frowned, your eyes immediately shifting towards Wufei who was leaning against the doorway in exactly the same way as you were leaning against the wall behind Heero. The guy's sharp gaze, however, was on you and you quickly looked away. What was it with both of him and Sally and their need to stare you down?

"He shouldn't even be on the assault team," you muttered unhappily.

Not that it was your decision to make. Heero had petitioned it early in the morning and Une had allowed it. Your opinion on the matter was not asked nor needed.

"My thoughts exactly," Sally murmured as she made the last stitch.

You counted seven of them - which was ridiculous for a two inch cut!

"I need to be there," Heero simply grumbled, shooting you a sharp look.

Did he seriously still think you were going to break your promise? You glared back as you realized that it was the most likely option.

"Regardless of what you think you need, your wounds -"

"Won't stop me," Heero interrupted Sally sharply.

Even she looked taken aback by the heated quality of Heero's voice. Sally briefly glanced at Wufei, who only nodded in answer. Whatever her remark was, Wufei was agreeing with it wholeheartedly and that made Sally smile.

"Well, you always were a stubborn bastard," she stated a little too joyfully.

You blinked at the sudden change in attitude. It was strange.

"You're all insane," you grumbled.

"Insane or not, it's time to check up on you."

"It's fine. Healed perfectly already."

"I'll be the judge of that," Sally sternly stated.

You sighed and lifted your shirt. Sally blinked at your lack of gauze or butterfly stitch.

"It came off during my sleep," you offered her in a terse voice.

Your glare warned her not to push for answers and Sally thankfully shrugged in answer, before she started prodding your flesh.

"Feels about right. But just to make sure ..."

You blinked as Sally stood up and moved away.

"Why don't you give it a feel, Wufei?" Sally challenged.

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