Charles x Henry One Shots!

Conceal

Charles POV:

          Henry and I were on a mission to steal information from the Toppat clan. We only had a week before they sent their satellite into orbit. At that point, it'd be too late to do anything. We wouldn't be able to stop them, they'd take the world as theirs. We couldn't let that happen.

          Just when we thought we were in the clear after entering the building, Henry and I found ourselves suddenly surrounded, guns pointed at us from every direction.

           Of course, me and my partner pulled out our guns and began firing, getting shots fired back at us in return. Luckily, we were able to take out the clan members that had surrounded us.

           Henry took off in the direction of the office, where any important documents would be kept. Yet, when I tried to follow, I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen, placing my hand over it as I hunched over, hissing in pain.

             Slowly, I pulled my hand away, only to find it covered in a sticky red liquid...blood. I had been shot. Looking up, I was relieved to see that Henry hadn't noticed. I wouldn't want to worry him.

               If Henry got distracted, he'd become an easy target for the Toppats, their attention was primarily on him to begin with. I couldn't let him get hurt, I'd never forgive myself if he got harmed because of me,

             I knew I had made the right decision in wearing all black that day, zipping up my jacket and wiping the blood off on my pants so that Henry wouldn't notice that anything was wrong.

              Taking a deep breath, I ignored the pain, running off in the direction he had gone a couple moments earlier. As soon as I entered the room, I was met with Henry's smiling face, holding up everything we needed.

               I forced a smile back at him, my heart racing. Once we double checked that there wasn't anything else of value to collect, Henry and I made our way out. Before too long, we were on the way back to the helicopter.

                   How was I going to fly like this?

                 Pushing the thought aside, I turned to the man walking beside me, feeling blood now dripping down my legs.

"You're really amazing, Henry, I just figured I'd tell you."

                  I noticed a small blush appear on his cheeks as he signed a 'thank you' to me. Worried he'd notice what was bothering me, I looked away, trying to not stumble even though my knees felt weak.

"These missions are really dangerous, I'm always worried that you'll get hurt. You know, even when I'm gone one day, I hope that you'll be careful with yourself."

                   At that point, Henry obviously got confused and worried, speaking verbally now.

"I will, especially if it's for you, Charles. But, why are you mentioning these things? You're acting like this is the last time I'll ever see you alive."

                   He said the last sentence jokingly, chuckling afterwards. All I could think to do was laugh a little and shrug. In my mind, however, I knew that this very well could be the last time he saw me alive.

                  Once we arrived back to the helicopter, Henry jumped in, me following him. As soon as the door was shut and secured, I felt my knees buckle from underneath me, trembling as I slid down the door and to the floor.

"Charles?!"

                   My best friend halfway yelled out, rushing to my side. When he touched my leg, I saw his expression go from concerned to panicked, his breathing quickening when he noticed the blood on his hand.