CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE:❝ 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝑃𝑅𝑂𝑀𝐼𝑆𝐸𝐷 ❞
You scowled at Suna's joking response, clearly not amused. "This is the not the time or place for your jokes, you idiot."Your eyes scanned all over your boyfriend's body. You were no stranger to blood but the sight of the red substance seeping through Suna's shirt made you nauseous. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight. Sensing your worry Suna placed a shaky hand on top of yours.
"Relax love, it'll heal. I'm still breathing." Your hand clenched under Suna's hand and you let out a shaky breath.
Suddenly you stood and went to the corpse of the torturer that you had just killed. You ripped the shirt from his body before returning to Suna's side quickly. You continued to rip up the fabric and wrap it around Suna's torso.
"You may still be bleeding but if we can't close this wound that might change." Suna said nothing as you tied the makeshift bandages around his wound.
You felt Suna's eyes on you the whole time. What felt like an hour all spanned in the matter of minutes. You bit your lip in concentration secretly hoping that this would be enough to hold Suna until the two of you escaped.
"O-okay, you should be all set," your said, "we need to find a way out before the shirt can no longer hold you over."
"Y/n, you know we have to fight." You ignored him and turned to the table of weapons. You took knives and hid them in the pockets of your pants. You then moved again to the corpse and removed the gun and keys from his back pocket.
"Y/n," he spoke again.
"Just hold tight, let me get you out of here." You unlocked the cuffs from Suna's hands, releasing him. Before you could move along Suna's hands came up to the sides of your face, holding you firmly. You stopped moving for just a second and stared into his eyes. Your heavy breaths were suddenly loud in the silence.
"Calm down baby; don't worry about me. We need to fight right now-if we don't people are going to die."
"But you need to get out of here. You can't die! I won't allow it." You shook your head in his hands and began to retreat form him. He pulled you back, not forcefully but more in an assertive manner.
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𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, r. suna
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