“You just took a bullet for me.” I let out a short wheeze, which quickly turns into a cough as I wince in pain. I swear I can feel the pieces of metal shift inside me at the movement. “Two, actually.” Fuck, it’s hard to breathe. A constricted laugh slips past his lips, before he leans forward and presses his forehead to mine. “You were just shot and you want to bicker with me about how many times? Jesus Christ, Riv.”

