“Kotyonok,” I growled. “You will never do that again. Ever!” She blinked confused. “No, I’m not okay. Seeing you shot, blood all over you, it’s the worst kind of pain.” I shot to my feet and leaned over her bed, taking her face gently between my palms. “You do not take a bullet for me. I take a bullet for you.” I pushed on my chest. “Me. Never you.”
