"Little care"

The midday sun beat on us as we stepped out of the taxi in front of our home. Valkyrie was in bad shape, blood soaking through the cloth that barely held to together her wound.

Hera and I hurried, her eyes darting to Valkyrie every few seconds, worry etched deep into her face. She supported Valkyrie with gentle but firm hands, while I lead the way, my mind focused on the task ahead.

We reached my house, a modest place hidden away from the bustle of the city. I could feel Hera's eyes on me, her concern for Valkyrie cutting through the silence. I unlocked the door and pushed it open, guiding them inside without a word. My living room would have to do as an impromptu operating room.

I pointed to the coffee table.

"Put her there." I said, my voice flat.

Hera eased Valkyrie down, her movements careful and controlled. I could see the pain in Valkyrie's eyes, but she didn't make any sound.

I gathered my medical supplies, moving quickly but methodically. I had dealt with wounds in my training before, but this was different. Valkyrie was a Queenswoman, my sister-in-arms, and a warrior. Her life depended on me not making any mistakes.

Hera's worry was almost tangible. She hovered nearby, her gaze fixed on Valkyrie.

"What do you need, Shigeyoshi?" She hurriedly asked.

"More lights and clean towels.'" I replied, already cleaning the wound.

The gash was deep, flesh around it torn and bruised. Blood continue to ooze out, and I knew I had to act fast.

Hera quickly did as I asked, bringing more lights into the room and fetching towels.

The bright sun poured through the windows, illuminating the severity of Valkyrie's injury. I focused, my hands steady as I cleaned and stitched the wound.

Valkyrie winced but stayed silent, her half-eyes closed, fighting to stay concious.

"Stay with us, Valkyrie." I murmured, more to myself than to her. My voice was as steady and emotionless as ever., even as I worked to save her life.

Hera watched me, her expression a mix of anxiety and something else I couldn't quite place. I knew she wasn't fond of my personality, my nature, thought I was cold, distant, emotionless, silent, detached.

She was right because that's what I am every damn day. But I cared a bit about Valkyrie's well-being because she was my comrade, my sister-in-arms and we both serve the same Queen, even if I didn't show it the way others might.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I tied off the last stitch and applied a clean bandage. I sat back, my face a mask of detachment.

"She's going to be okay." I said, looking up at Hera.

"But she needs rest and time to heal." I added.

Hera nodded, a sign gratefulness on her eyes.

"Thank you, Shigeyoshi." Hera uttered gratefuly.

I nodded back, a small, almost mechanical gesture.

We moved Valkyrie to a more comfortable position, making sure she warm and secure. As we put Valkyrie to another position, I could feel the weight of Hera's gaze on me.

There was a shift in her eyes, a subtle change in how she looked at me. Maybe she was starting to see that, despite my cold exterior, I cared a bit for their well-beings since they are my comrades.

I stood up, my eyes lingering on Valkyrie for a moment before turning to Hera.

"She's sleeping. You should get some rest too." I said.

Hera shook her head, her determination unwavering.

"I'll stay with her. I need to be here when she waked up." She uttered, her concern over Valkyrie never left.

I nodded, understanding the bond between the two Queenswomen was unbreakable.