Her hands trembled and she balled them into fists to steady them, her gaze furious. "I wouldn't have died! You didn't die and I wouldn't have either! But you said that you would do it again if the opportunity came. You said 'better you than me'! You have to let me take care of myself! I can't go into battle worrying that you're going to jump in front of a firing gun for me! That's just not fair!"
He looked a bit hurt, his head shaking. "Can't you just let me help you? Can't I just do that one thing? You're the only important thing in my life.."
"You're hurting me by doing this," she said, her voice trembling. She crossed her arms, looking down at the ground. "I can't be the reason you die. I just... I can't."
"You're not..." Her voice caught and she shook her head, not meeting his gaze. "You're not pointless. I can't have you go back out there."
She bit her lip and sighed. "I know you're mad. But you'd do the same if our roles were reversed." She kissed his cheek hesitantly before putting her hands in her pockets. "I'll be back to clean your bandages in a while." She turned and headed for the entrance of the tent, her head lowered.
"I don't want to," she murmured in his ear, turning her head to kiss his cheek. "I don't want to. But I think I have to."
"I'll be okay," she promised, pulling away to meet his gaze. "I will. I'll be back in a couple of hours to change your bandages."
