I am Moana of Motunui. You will board my boat, Sail across the sea with me, And restore the heart of Te Fiti.
This shoot was super fun and pretty impromptu since I went on a Medical Mission with my mum in Palawan and I decided to take advantage of the location and did a shoot as well during our Island Hopping! Hella worth it.
And I know, I haven’t posted in forever, I know, but it’s because I’ve been trying to figure my life out ahaha. Hope y’all forgive me for that! ;-;
My exams ended last week and I’m so stoked to finally welcome June-July holidays with open arms and my writing prompts folder out.
I’ve got drafts of fifteen different things and I resolve to get at least (at least) 1000 words down for each (knowing me, I’ll surely surpass that word count on some and totally forget about the others).
My schedule at home is very irregular during lazy days (aka: holiday) and my Wi-Fi is down for an indefinite amount of time (curse you whoever is responsible!) so I’ll see y’all when I see y’all!
Enough about me, enjoy this KakaSaku I finally got around to edit.
Summary: A mission goes wrong and Sakura is forced into bedridden mode upon her return to Konoha. Thank goodness her faithful husband is there to keep her company. KakaSaku.
“I’m sorry, Sakura,” Tsunade began in an unapologetic tone. “But your husband has requested for your workload to be lightened and I agree with him.”
Sakura huffed in annoyance. “Shishou, I’m fine. The mission happened a week ago and I feel as fine as ever,” she reassured with a gentle smile although inside she was contemplating different ways to decapitate her dear husband.
The sound of wood cracking drew her out of her thoughts. Tsunade had transformed from a regal ruler into an infuriated mess of blond hair and Hokage robes in the span of one blink. Her hands were firmly planted atop her desk while her body leaned over it to leer in Sakura’s face.
“Bullshit! That mission was traumatizing for me and I wasn’t even the one sitting in a cell with Orochimaru’s experiments as my captors!”
Sakura flinched at her capture being worded so harshly. Tsunade noticed and got an evil gleam in her eyes. “There, see! The day you don’t get jumpy when talking about it is the day you can come back to work and resume your double workload, am I understood?” She wasn’t even asking anymore.
Sakura sighed, defeated. She grumbled out a, “yes, Tsunade-shishou,” before making her way home.
Her dear medaling husband was gonna get it tonight. Or more specifically, he wasn’t going to get any tonight.
Kakashi found her in the kitchen, perusing through a cookbook on the counter.
Of course he did not hesitate to step inside and wrap his arms around the shorter woman. He had no reason to. And of course he did not flinch subtly when she turned in his arms with a painfully sweet smile on her face.
“Kakashi.” She greeted simply, leaving out the endearing suffix that usually followed his name. Uh-oh. Maybe he did gulp a bit that time.
“There’s tempura in the fridge, help yourself. I’ve had a long day of explaining to the other medics how to do my job for the next few days since I’ve been forced into bedridden mode. I’m going to bed,” she stated and briskly headed in the direction of their bedroom.
After he was sure that she was out of sight and earshot he let out a loud and tired sigh. Running his hands through his silver hair Kakashi contemplated how many days he’d have to suffer before she went back to caring and kind from fuming and vengeful. He looked at the fridge and grimaced. Damn, he hated tempura. And he knew she knew that.
She heard him come in less than ten minutes later. She would’ve preferred to have been long gone into dreamland already but after having to sleep in a forest and be alert at the same time during the past few weeks it took quite a while for her to slumber peacefully; even in her own bed.
He passed the bed with her silent form on it to wash up and change in the bathroom.
Moments later the mattress dipped as his weight joined hers. He laid still as if deciding on something. With an audible exhale he reached out and turned Sakura to face him.
“It’s for your own good,” he told her gently. His face was devoid of his mask and headband so his Sharingan could easily see the scowl on her face.
When she didn’t reply he carried on, “I’m not going to apologise because I’m not sorry. Imagine the distress and anger I felt when I came back home from a three-day-long mission only to be told that my wife had been captured.”
Kakashi felt her twitch against him, obviously uncomfortable with the memories his words were conjuring. He pulled her closer, burying her face in the crook of his neck and softly stroking her unkempt hair. “That is exactly why you need the rest, Sakura. Your body is healed but I’ve been on enough rescue missions to know that your mind will take days to be at peace again. You need to stop flinching at every sound and movement.”
Her snort made him pull her back to peer at her face. She was smiling wryly, as if he had shared a joke she had heard time and time again and never found funny. “That’s exactly what Tsunade-shishou said. You two have more in common than you think.” Her green eyes rolled.
Kakashi kept his lips from smiling. She was responding, and not in an angry way. That was good. He just had to keep the flame burning.
His lips quirked up in to a sensual smirk, “Not as much as you two have in common.” To punctuate his statement his mismatched eyes slowly drifted down her face to pointedly stare at her chest.
Her light laugh told him his words had the desired effect. Her body loosened up under his touch. “I sure hope your eyes carry on down until they reach my hands, Kakashi.”
He smiled sheepishly, knowing she loved it when he did that because a tiny dimple dappled his cheek. “Well, Hokage-sama did say you should rest. What better way to relax than to get familiar with our bed?”
Her eyebrows rose challengingly. “Really, now? Ok then. You take the couch and I’ll get real familiar with my bed.”
Kakashi grimaced. Sakura always did have a sharp tongue that loved word play. “No, no, no. That’s not right, love. You once said yourself that you don’t sleep well when alone, remember?”
It was her turn to grimace. It didn’t last long though, soon a mischievous glint took over her bright viridian eyes. “Are you saying that as long as I don’t sleep alone you’ll leave me alone?”
His lips parted to deny her words but she raised her voice over his sputtering, “Well then, I’ll just get Naruto to keep me company. Hinata’s away on a mission and even he doesn’t appreciate a cold bed.”
Kakashi’s nostrils flared. He pulled Sakura closer until she was half-draped over his chest. “You will do no such thing. Not as long as I’m alive, that is.”
His eyes narrowed when she didn’t reply or look at him. His reprimand was on the tip of his tongue when her tinkling laughter stopped him. He stared at her shaking pink head, the tips of her hair brushed his chest every few seconds. His breath halted halfway on an exhale. He hadn’t heard her laugh like that for more than two weeks.
Her head lifted and he stared into amused emerald pools. Her rose lips curled beautifully before she moved forward to place a chaste rewarding kiss on his lips. “Thank you, Kakashi. You’re right. Maybe I do need to unwind a little. Wanna help me?” Her eyes were teasing, but he could see the anticipation she didn’t bother to hide.
He stared at her intensely (for no apparent reason than to fluster her). He watched with a growing smile as a soft blush spread over her cheeck and her lips jutted out in a pout he couldn’t resist. He relented.
He pulled her closer to place his unclothed lips next to her reddening ear. “With pleasure,” he whispered.
Are you interested in taking your awesome medical talents abroad to help those in need? I am traveling to GHANA this summer to participate in a week-long free clinic hosted by Project Cure. We will be seeing an estimated 5,000 patients, doing everything from basic checkups, healthcare education, vaccinations, and more! Right now we have a shortage of physicians for our trip (MDs, PAs, and NPs) but even if you’re not a physician and this sounds interesting to you, message me for more details!!
Got to see a full-length screening of “Remote Area Medical” tonight. It’s a documentary about the charitable medical organization of the same name, specifically covering the mass clinic they held on the Bristol Speedway in Tennessee.
The clinic served the basic medical, dental, and vision needs of about 2000 people over a single weekend. I came away impressed with the level of care provided, and astounded by the stories of some of the patients.
I linked the trailer above.
[you also get about five minutes of medical students doing a really shitty job of interacting with their patients]
Summary: SasuSaku, 699-700. Continuation of All I Ask.
A/N: Sorry that this took so long to complete, and I’m not too sure how I feel about it. I’m still a novice at writing so I hope it’s not too terrible! Thanks for reading.
I can’t say for sure when I’ll return, and I don’t know where exactly this journey will take me. I don’t know what realization I’ll come to by the end of this or if I’ll even be left with one. I’m unsure of a lot, which is why I’ve left in the first place. I need to see life through this new lens I’ve been given. The one thing I seem to be certain of though, is that you will always be there. Where I used to see that as an obstacle to overcome, I now find it a source of comfort. I’m grateful for that.
Sakura sits in her office the same day that Sasuke left to continue his journey of redemption. The surgery she’d performed that morning had gone well. The renowned medic knew that her emotions would have to be pushed aside while she was at work, yet still, Sasuke’s letter remained at the back of her mind throughout the entire procedure. In the three hours after she’d finished stitching the last suture, she’s read his letter to her over and over and over; it’s been burned into her memory at this point and she’s not sure what to make of it.
In the video is a short clip of the stuff we did while we were here. We passed out new flip flops, hung out with the kids, gave food, ministered to them, handed out reading glasses, and I even taught them how to play ninja lol. They wanted me to organize a small group of young guys to sing but I thought a better idea was attacking each other in ninja poses lol. these moments had to be the high light of my trip.
It’s weird how on the mission field and doing Gods work everything seems to disappear. Worries, anxieties, and things that seemed to matter don’t really anymore. God has a funny way of reprioritizing your life but if we’re honest it never really stays like that after the God rush is gone.
It’s something all Christians deal with I think, a sort of let down after a big God high, and I’m no exception. This is just my observation, but I think for me the reason for this is that I ultimately was putting the reason for my “high” not in God truly but just working for Him, works. I’m not saying it was just all works now, let’s not be rash. But maybe I was more excited to do good deeds and to see the gratitude on people’s faces rather than just doing it for God.
A good test is to ask your self would I still have gotten the same “high” if those people were unappreciative? I gotta keep telling myself, my good works are out of gratitude for God work in me and not for the gratitude of people.
that I would stop seeking the praise of man fully
would you do the tongs you do for God if no one was appreciative of you?
Emergency medicine in space: Normal rules don't apply
Experts at this year’s Euroanaesthesia Congress in Geneva (3-5 June) will discuss the unusual and challenging problem of how to perform emergency medical procedures during space missions.
“Space exploration missions to the Moon and Mars are planned in the coming years. During these long duration flights, the estimated risk of severe medical and surgical events, as well as the risk of loss of crew life are significant.” according to Dr. Matthieu Komorowski, Consultant in Intensive Care and Anaesthesia, Charing Cross Hospital, London, UK. “The exposure to the space environment itself disturbs most physiological systems and can precipitate the onset of space-specific illnesses, such as cardiovascular deconditioning, acute radiation syndrome, hypobaric decompression sickness, and osteoporotic fractures.”
It’d been some time since Bones had seen or heard from you, and it was making him grumpier than normal. He couldn’t stand it anymore, and against his better judgement, he decided to share his concerns with Jim.
“You miss her!” Jim taunted, not trying to conceal his utter delight.
“Don’t be ridiculous!” he snapped. “She’s up to something! And it’s going to be big if she’s taking this long.”
“Good,” Jim nodded, earning a glare from the doctor. “What? Morale’s been pretty low lately and another stunt is just what we need right now.”
Leonard exhaled, shoulders slumping as he took a seat. “Yeah. Crew’s getting careless. Medbay’s been busier than a cat covering crap on a marble floor.”
“Well, was she acting strange last time you saw her?” Jim crossed his arms and leaned against the table across from Leonard. “Seem suspicious or anything?”
Bones shrugged, “I haven’t seen her since she put up the resistance posters.”
“What? That was over a year ago!” Jim’s brow furrowed, trying to recall something. “That’s not right, weren’t you on the same team during the last mission?”
Steve Rogers/Captain America - I’m Sorry I Never Told You - Part 4
Series Summary: Being an Avenger is the most challenging thing you’ve ever done, but you wouldn’t change it for the world. You’re in a relationship with Steve and that’s something you never thought you’d have, you never imagined being so lucky as to have someone like him. However, there is something that you haven’t told him or the others. A secret that you’ve fought to keep hidden. What happens when you have no choice but to tell Steve and the rest of the team your biggest secret?
Part Summary: You’re quite shocked after what Steve asked you, but knowing that he wants to expand your little family makes you so happy. After that, you tell him something and the night gets a little heated. A week later, Steve takes you out on a date and the night doesn’t end like you expected. In fact, it ends in a much better way than what you had imagined.
Pairing/s: Steve x Fem!Reader. Fem!Reader x Jeremy x Steve (Familial)
Characters: Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers, Jeremy Y/L/N, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Penelope Garcia, Derek Morgan, David Rossi. Clint Barton, James “Rhodey” Rhodes, Vision, Jennifer “JJ” Jareau, William LaMontagne, Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss, Jack Hotchner, Henry LaMontagne, Thor Odinson, Aaron Hotchner, Danny Smith (OMC), Michael LaMontagne (Mentioned)
Warning/s: Implied smut, Tiny mention of a miscarriage (not the reader).
I'm 1000% here for Anakin's Angry Med Techs helping out with the Tatooine Slave Rebellion. I'm 1000% here for Anakin returning to Tatooine, Unfettered. He's killed his Depur and now he's coming for the rest of them. I'm 10000% here for Luke and Anakin taking Leia to Shmi's grave and for Anakin realizing the dream he had when he was a little boy: he learned the ways of the Force and came back to free the slaves.
Basically this is exactly where I see this ‘verse going. :)
imagine that pretty much as soon as he realizes he’s not actually going
to die (a bittersweet realization, but he’s careful not to tell people
that, because for some reason they get worried) and he finally gets
released from Medical, Anakin will show up at an Alliance top brass
meeting and basically demand to know when they’re going to organize an
emancipation mission to the Outer Rim.
Everyone looks around
awkwardly. Nobody wants to be the first to say anything. Half the people
in the room are probably still in mortal terror of Darth Vader, and the
vast majority of them haven’t actually seen him without his mask yet.
Most of them are pretty unnerved by the scarring, but they’re all trying
to act like they don’t notice. It would be awkward as hell even without
bringing up Outer Rim slavery.
The silence stretches. Finally Mon
Mothma says, “General Skywalker, you must understand that as a new
government the Alliance cannot afford to focus - ”
says Anakin. His voice is raspy and so quiet that people have to strain
to hear him. It shouldn’t be at all frightening, certainly not in
comparison to the voice the mask’s vocoder gave him.
It shouldn’t be.
Anakin says, seemingly in an aside to Commander Skywalker, who’s been
standing beside his father this whole time, apparently in a show of
support (but also ready to catch him if it turns out Anakin isn’t quite
as ready to be out of bed as he insists). “I’ve brought down two
governments already. I’m sure a third won’t be difficult.”
There’s a very long and deathly silence. “General,” says Mothma at last, but she doesn’t add anything.
“I refer, of course, to the Hutt Cabal,” Anakin says. This is transparently a falsehood. No one calls him on it.
understand that the Republic must have other priorities,” Anakin says.
Even he seems surprised by the bitterness in his voice. Mothma thinks
that maybe he’s forgotten what it’s like to speak without the vocoder
filtering his tone. “But this is, after all, a Rebellion. If the worlds
of the Outer Rim rise, will this Alliance support us?”
misses the “us.” Nobody misses the way Commander Skywalker subtly moves,
the way he’s now standing not just beside his father, but with him.
Nobody misses the relief on Mothma’s face. (Later, people will wonder if
perhaps this wasn’t the solution she wanted all along.)
course,” Mon Mothma says. “We are, as you say General, an Alliance of
rebels. We will always support any people who seek freedom from
It’s not an officially sanctioned mission. But Mothma
makes it clear that any member of the Alliance who wishes to assist the
people of the Outer Rim in their uprisings has leave to go.
few medics join pretty much immediately. Medical personnel, they know,
are going to be greatly in need. Only a handful of medics participated
in General Skywalker’s surgery, when the bomb was removed, but everybody
knows that Medical has the fastest chain of gossip in the Alliance. By
this point literally everyone has heard about slave transmitters.
quite a few Tatooine natives in the Alliance, and the majority of them
sign on at once. Some of them, like Luke and Biggs, are freeborn
descendants of slaves. Others, like Anakin, are escaped or freed slaves
themselves. For them, the fall of the Empire doesn’t yet mean the
victory of the Alliance. True victory won’t come until their people are
Then there are more than a few Rebels, especially among the
younger generations, who volunteer largely out of a sense of friendship
and loyalty to someone else who’s going. Luke and Leia both have quite a
And, perhaps strangest of all, there’s the handful
of Imperial defectors who volunteer out of loyalty to Lord Vad - that is,
It’s quite a collection of people.
course, Anakin’s learned a lot since his padawan days, and he’s not
going to go in with a liberating army from on high. That won’t work, of course, and
it wouldn’t be right anyway. The troops are for backup. There’s already a
resistance on Tatooine, a network of fighters and tricksters and
backroom surgeons on the freedom trail. They know what they’re doing.
This is their fight. Anakin’s just bringing reinforcements.
and Anakin will take Leia to Shmi’s grave. They’ll pay their respects to
Beru and Owen, too. And Anakin will introduce his kids to their Uncle
Kitster, and all three of them will get to meet Kitster’s wife Imer and
son Denak for the first time. They’ll find Melee again, and Amee and
Wald and even Seek. They’ll celebrate the ritual of return together.)
**This got very very long it could be it’s own story**
Anxiety is a spy for the independent organization T.H.O.U.G.H.T. (Tactical Harrowing Omniscience of Urgent Governing and Hyperbole Tenacity. Pranks had come up with the name as a joke, and every adapted it to spite him. No one outside of the team knows the true meaning behind T.H.O.U.G.H.T.).
Codename Anxiety’s team consists of technical support: Codename Logic, Diversion team: Morality and Pranks, and Tactical Adviser: Misleading Compliment. There’s a sixth and final member of the team that no one outside of the group knows of. The secret strength behind everyone. Codename Imagination.
Anxiety’s been undercover for months, trying to take down an undercover network of business lead only by the one known as “The Blind”. They have there hands in every single business you can think of.
What they don’t know, is there team had been found out months earlier, “The Blind” were simply waiting for the moment to strike.
The day they decide to go through with their plan, A young man gets caught up in the mix.They take him by mistake, and now it’s up to Anxiety’s team to extract the civilian from enemy hands. (Because they are here to protect the innocent from the shadows and now because of them they’ve put an innocent in harms way).
They refer to the civilian as “Prince” due to the fact that he had been wearing some sort of Prince costume when he was taken (Prince had been cosplaying on the wrong day). They spend months tracking down where Prince was taken, and when they go in for extraction they find their enemies had been less than kind to him.
Anxiety, Morality, and Pranks were sent in to find and rescue Prince, and once they find him it’s a race against the clock to get him out and get him medical attention. During the mission however, Anxiety is badly hurt.
Cut to months of recovery for the both of them, and in that time they become close. Close enough that Anxiety trusts this innocent and, with the consent of his team, offers him a spot on the team.
This is how Anxiety gains a partner. Codename Prince.
Now, they all spend there time tracking down “The Blind” And his associates and making the world a better place.
Along the way, well, who’s to say a relationship wouldn’t blossom?
The HH-60M Black Hawkis a variant of the UH-60M fitted with medical mission equipment (medevac version) developed for U.S. Army. Picture shows an HH-60M of F Commpany, 1-214th Aviation Regiment emerging s from its own brownout
What do you think the reactions of The Uchiha men(Madara, Izuna,Shisou, Sasuke,Itachi, Obito, Kagami) fighting over Sakura, until they see her with Tobirama would be?
Madara: Madara would view it as a competition and aim to woo the pinkette, though along the way I know she’d win his heart and he’d get just a little too invested in in. When he sees her with Tobirama, he’d silently seethe and plot on how to get them away from each other.
Izuna: Izuna honestly wouldn’t have a clue on how to win a woman’s affection, but that’d work in his favour. Apparently Sakura has a soft spot for blushing, awkward Uchiha. He’d have a fit when he saw her with Tobirama, and he’d go out of his way to try and make the mans life hell- he’s always hated him after all, and this is just the nail in the coffin.
Shisui: Shisui is rather easy going, so he’d take a more casual approach to wooing the girl, using missions and check ups to get closer to her and warm her to his presence. He’d be very put out by Tobirama’s advance and up his game in response, already planning his next move.
Sasuke: Sasuke would join in because why not? If she’s worth his relatives attention, she’s worth his own. He’d use team missions and training, as well as Naruto’s presence to try and get closer to her. When he sees her with Tobirama he’s very miffed about it, seemingly viewing it as a betrayal.
Itachi: Itachi would have seen her grow up with his younger brother, and would use this to his advantage- tagging along with said brother until she was comfortable with him, then inviting her to dinner with his parents and such. He’d not really know what to think of her involvement with Tobirama, but he’d already have 5 possible ways to split them up planned if the worst came to be.
Obito: Obito would be very forward with his affection, and would take every opportunity he could to be in her presence- be it tagging along to team 7′s training, or commandeering her time after work for dinner. He’d be horrified by Tobirama’s actions and view it as a betrayal against himself, having thought he’d already made his intentions clear. (Oh god it’s another Kakashi all over again…)
Kagami: Kagami would be very proper, and along the way he’d start viewing his clan members silly ‘competition’ as a betrayal of her trust, honestly only assuming he was the only one with honest feelings for her. He’d ask to have her be his medic on missions, and would work to become close with her whenever it was convenient. He wouldn’t know what to think when he saw her with Tobirama, having always trusted the man very much- all he did know, was that he didn’t like the development at all..
have made a mistake finding your blog and I’ve had to say goodbye to everything
i was meant to 😂 To feed my mistake, can I request a
hurt Bucky and reader, with him being stubborn as you want to heal him as his
injuries are worse? They have feelings but not admitted/confessed so lots of
pre-relationship fluff and some angst if possible please! Thank you for all
your writings. Just excuse me while I go cry in the corner at the fluff
enjoy! Emma Xx
hum of your phone on your bedside table startled you from your rest, your eyes
droopy and barely open. Sighing, you answered the call, sitting up in your bed,
the blanket still wrapped tightly around you.
you croaked, clearly not awake.
Bucky,” answered the phone, making you heart quicken slightly, a fuzzy warmness
overcoming you but a slight glimmer of panic setting in. “Hey, what’s going on?”
you asked instantly, even more worried now.
got back from a mission. Medical is all shut down right now and I have some
bumps and scratches. Could you do me a favor and give me a hand?” pleaded
Bucky, sounding just a tired and worn out as you. Contemplating for a second,
thoughts racing your head, you eventually agreed, easing out of your bed and
slipping on a tank top and some leggings instead of your loose pajamas.
through your cupboard for all your crèmes and lotions, you huffed out a basket
of equipment, anticipating Bucky’s arrival.
You didn’t necessarily
understand your relationship with Bucky, and though you would do anything to
help him, you were more and more reluctant to help him when you knew he was
nothing more to you than just a friend. He was lovely and always had best
interests in mind but when you knew everything was platonic, it only ever hurt
gosh, wow, you really have been banged up this time!” you exclaimed, ushering
Bucky through the door and onto a seat.
been worse,” he wheezed, lifting up his shirt to expose a harsh gash in his
side. Easing off his shirt, you inspected his side, the blood coating his
clothing. “I’ll put these in the wash for you, but I’m afraid you’re not going
anywhere tonight,” you declared, throwing his shirt and jacket in the corner next
to your washer.
sure? As long as I have a kiddies plaster I can go home. Seriously, I’m Bucky
Barnes, I’ll be ok,” he piped, way too confident in himself considering how bad
his injury was. “No, I insist,”
antiseptic lotion over his wound, you glanced up to meet Bucky’s eyes, him
wincing from the pain. “I’m sorry, it will get better though, let me just wrap
it up and it shouldn’t be too bad,” you assured him, reaching for a cotton pad
and binding. Pressing down firmly on the wound you wrapped it up with the
binding, encasing Bucky under the multiple layers of wrapping. “Alright, get
up, you can sleep here tonight. And before you say no, I insist, seriously.
There is no way I am letting you go home like this, “you demanded, carrying him
over to the other side of your bed. Yes, it seemed very awkward for you to be
sleeping next to him, but at this point, you had bedded any feelings for so
late in the night and focused on his condition.
for this,” muttered Bucky, looking up to you, dead in the eye. Panicking
slightly inside, you distracted yourself by handing him a glass of water,
passing his glare. “Yeah, well, I couldn’t leave you like that, could I?” you
smiled, helping him to lie down.
your response, Bucky settled down into the pillow, only in his shorts now and
much more comfortable.
sleeping next to me?” he asked, looking down at you at the end of the bed.
“I can sleep
on the sofa, it’s no prob-“
would rather you slept next to me. Anyway, it’s hardly fair on you,” he smiled,
a small smirk appearing in the corner of his mouth. Turning away, avoiding his look, you bit back
on your reaction, slipping into your pajama top and clambering in to bed.
comfortable into the pillow, you hugged onto the duvet, trying not to look over
of being next to me?” Bucky chuckled, causing you to reopen your eyes. Opening
his arm slightly, he nodded over to you, hugging you in his grasp. “But your