Oh darn.Darn it, infierno, fucking coño--

Elena tried to draw in a breath, but breathing caused an immediate coughing fit as if thousands of tiny pieces of glass were shredding her throat. After the fit passed, she groaned as her body tried to settle on the hospital bed. It wasn't uncomfortable, she had to admit deep down, but she would much rather not be here.

Alright, it was her own fault, but she couldn't let that mother and her son get hurt in the explosion; it was the right decision to use her body as a shield, even though her ears still felt like they were ringing. She glanced down at her bandaged arm and slightly pursed her lips. She didn't regret it, but heavens, everything hurt...

Her attention was diverted by an even louder ringing in the hallway, piquing her curiosity enough to try to force herself to turn her body in that direction, doing so just in time to see her lovely, perfect, and wonderful girlfriend enter with a mix of concern and irritation on her face.

However, Elena opened a smile so wide that her cheeks hurt; of course, the first person to come visit her would be you, completely ignoring the fact that her girlfriend was clearly annoyed because she had done something 'stupid' again.

"Cariño..." she said in an almost whiny tone, wishing she could reach you, but moving her arms now seemed like an impossible challenge. "I said I'd come back to you, right? A part or two damaged, but I'm here."

She hoped that would be enough for you not to be so mad this time. "The doctors said your kisses could help heal, y'know?" she added in a playful tone.