Izuna:

The lights were blinding me, giving me a migraine-like headache. Where am I..?

I tried getting up on my elbows from where I was laying down on my back on the ice-cold concrete floor. It was covered in a puddle of something cold that drenched my skin through the thin fabric of my white cotton shirt. A rusty smell reached my nostrils. But as soon as I lifted my back up an inch from the floor, an excruciating pain forced me back down.

"Unnh!" I whimpered, feeling pathetic.

I heard running footsteps coming closer, and all my instincts made me reach for my gun holster at my side. Until I realised...

Fuck!

I was unarmed.

"IZUNA!!"

That voice...

"Izuna, shit, you're alive... God, I thought they killed you!"

There was desperation in that voice, usually so calm, so husky, so demanding. I felt myself being lifted up, being held close to someone's chest. A dark, vanilla cologne surrounded me, cocooned me into a false sense of safety.

The person holding me nuzzled my hair. "You've been shot..." the person wheezed. "Izuna you've been shot... They shot you..."

Oh...

So the wet puddle on the floor...

"I told them not to shoot at you..."

"It's my blood", I said.

Why are you protecting me?

And everything became black.