If not me, no one.

Chapter 8

LUNA

For these past two nights, we made a divider on the bed so that no lines are crossed. At first I suggested that I sleep on the couch, but I seemed to have forgotten that Simon is one stubborn man and would NEVER let me sleep anywhere but the bed. So we came to a mutual agreement of sharing the bed, with obvious procautions in place.

Most of our days went on with him at work or on missions. Then Mat and I sticking like glue together because of how foriegn we are to this area.

Speaking of Mat, where the hell is he?

"MATTEO THOMPSON!" I scream from the buffet area in the motel and I realize how much of attention I've drawn. He turns around at least but in the most embarrassing manner ever. I gesture him to come where I was standing by the coffee station.

He rushes over to me and asks what's wrong.

"You're always wondering off to places. Please inform me maybe? You can easily make friends, not me. You know this." He gives me a smug smirk and I furrow my eyebrows.

"What about your boy toy Simon? You still haven't told me what's going on between you two. It's clear there's something, so don't start that 'nothing' bullshit." He presses his lips together hard giving me a not impressed look.

I grab his arm with one hand and the other is holding my coffee. I drag him outside to where the parking lot is and we stand under one of the shelters near the entrances to the lobby.

"We're exes. We dated a few years ago until he did stupid things that ended stuff. Only to realise that I signed up to work here with him, then until this year we started working together physically not just seeing each other once in a while on the field. Now, there's obviously tension between us. But I don't like having weird tension between anyone so we made some sort of peace a few nights ago."

"Y'all are definitely fucking." He does that stupid lip press again and my blood boils.

"We are NOT fucking, Matteo. We have to share a bed because of Sarge and Lax's orders. It's an unfortunate coincidence, yes. However, at the end of the day him and I were bound to bump into each other like this and talk it out anyway." I bite my lip rethinking of the first night that we spent together.

His arms crossing the pillows dividing us in bed and then him retracting them after realising he was touching skin that wasn't his. His hands are so rough...just how he fuc-

"Wonder what you thinking of." Matt says, and those damn lips press once again.

"You know what we should be thinking of? Getting the soldiers' medical info back to the main point before Lax starts his shit again." I fake smile and drag Mat back into our work space to gather whatever we needed.

One by one the soldiers entered the motel, all bloody and injured. A few of them were severely injured and got escorted into medical cars that go straight to the nearest hospital. Whilst the less life threatening injuries stayed back and got attended to by the nurses.

My eyes were searching the room for a familiar face, and I found it rather quickly. However, I saw his face alone until his walked through the crowd of nurses. That's when I saw the three gunshot wounds inside of the right side of his torso. Panic took over my body and I ran straight to him.

"GET A DAMN AMBULANCE!" I start shouting as I put pressure on his wounds to stop an excessive amount of blood loss.
"You're going to be fine, König."