"Dangerous?" Nick repeated, taking a step toward me. His eyes were wide, incredulous. "That wasn't dangerous, Cyan! That was a hit! Someone just tried to murder a man two feet away from us!"
"I genuinely didn't know they were going to shoot up the place today," I said, raising my hands in defense. "If I knew the local sniper squad was on duty, I wouldn't have invited you to tag along."
Nick just stared at me. He looked utterly exhausted, his blonde hair messy, blood smudged across his jaw and soaking his wrists. He looked like he wanted to punch me straight through the wall.
I let my hands drop, dropping the playful tone. "Look. I'm sorry, alright? Seriously. You shouldn't have been in there."
Nick blinked, caught off guard by the sudden drop in my voice.
"On the bright side," I added, offering a smaller, gentler smile, "he's probably going to live. Because you were here. You were impressive back there, Doctor."
