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“What the hell were you thinking!!!?” Heero yelled, “you could have been killed, running back out there!”
They huddled, panting, behind a bullet-pitted wall. Duo grimaced as Heero tightened the makeshift bandage around his thigh, “OW! Call yourself a nurse!?”
“If you ever do that again....” Heero started.
“But I dropped it...” Duo interrupted, reaching into his trouser pocket to withdraw a crumpled, battered photograph, holding it reverently. “It’s all I have left... Father, and Sister...” he shook his head suddenly, “Ah, you wouldn’t understand.”
Heero discreetly wiped blood from the photo before returning it. “You’re probably right,” he agreed.