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It had been a stupid slip-up. Akira hadn’t been paying attention as he set to work on sabotaging the latest shipment of robots. They were supposed to be alone, and this wasn’t going to take long. But they weren’t alone. And Akira nearly wound up getting shot in the head.
Instead, Leandro had shoved his boyfriend out of the way and fired at the droid that had appeared behind them, getting shot in the stomach. Rey had gotten a frantic sounding Akira yelling at her and Mickey to come get them. Akira’s hands were soaked in Leandro’s blood as he kept pressure on the wound, sobbing and pleading to anyone that would listen to let his boyfriend live.
Back at their hideout, Akira was still covered in blood, and was wrapped up in Leandro’s jacket, hunkered down on the floor while waiting for any news on his boyfriend. Rey looked over to him, her laptop lying abandoned beside her.
“He’s going to be okay,” she said, adjusting her glasses.
“You don’t know that.” Akira kept his gaze down, tugging at the too long sleeves. The blood had long since dried, and his gloves were most definitely ruined. He didn’t want to take them off.
“Mickey and Astir are both the same blood-type, and Rolan is a trained medic.” Rey reasoned. “He’s going to be fine.”
Akira pulled his knees up tighter and wrapped his arms around his legs. “What if he’s not?”
“Akira-”
“If he dies, I swear I’ll kill Xander, myself.” Akira swallowed, his face raw as fresh tears sprang from his eyes. “I’ll murder him with my own hands.”
Rey looked over at him, before slowly scooting closer and held out a hand, not quite touching her friend. When she received a small nod, she placed her hand on his knee.
“We’ll both get him.” she promised. “I’ll track down where he’s at, and I’ll make sure no one sees you. I’ll even drive you there, myself, if I have to.”
“You couldn’t reach the pedals.” Akira mumbled, and a small, fragile smile broke across his face as Rey pulled her hand back and punched him in the shoulder.
“Keep it up. I know where to hide your body so no one finds you.”
A throat cleared and the two looked over. Rolan was standing there, his moustache twitching faintly as he smiled down at the two. Akira scrambled to stand up, gripping tightly to Leandro’s jacket. “How’s Leo?” he asked, eyes wide and glassy again. “I-is he okay? Did-”
Rolan held up his hand, his smile warm and comforting. “Let him rest. But he’s stable.”
Leandro groaned, a dull pain in his stomach and his head throbbing. He shifted as he opened his eyes, scanning the room. He was in the medical bay. He blinked, slowly remembering what happened and why he was in the medical bay.
And from the look of things, they used quite a bit of resources. Damn, they’d have to go and get more.
A soft snore pulled his attention and he smiled, seeing Akira curled up in a chair next to him, wearing his jacket. He reached over, his fingers brushing against his boyfriend’s arm and the dark haired boy slowly opened his eyes. He blinked a few times before his eyes widened. “You’re awake.” he whispered, quickly standing up, grabbing Leandro’s hand and pulled himself onto the bed. “How are you feeling? Are you okay?” He blinked back tears and Leandro moved his other hand, mindful of the iv that was attached to that arm, and brushed away his boyfriend’s tears. “I hate you so much, you asshole.” Akira sniffed, leaning into the touch. “I was going to kill you if you died.”
“That would have been pretty impressive.” Leandro said, voice feeling rough. “How long have I been out?”
“A couple days. You were kind of conscious, but not really?” Akira nuzzled into his boyfriend’s hand. “You mostly slept.”
“I’m sorry.” Leandro adjusted the hand that Akira was holding, linking his fingers between his boyfriend’s.
“Rolan wanted me to go get him when you woke up.”
“Can it wait?” Leandro looked up to his boyfriend. “You tell him, and everyone else will show up.”
Akira smiled, slowly climbing further into bed, laying next to his boyfriend. “Yeah. It can wait.” he whispered, leaning forward and brushed his lips against Leandro’s. The two cuddled together, eventually falling back asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.