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You hated him, and he hated you just as much. Despite working together, you two never got along since you first met. You hated everything about him so much, his cocky laugh that made your blood boil, his stupid voice, how his piercing eyes looked at you, his stubbornness, how he regarded you, god, how his brows furrowed when he was frustrated, how his hand gripped around the steering wheel as he drove, oh-.. well you get the point.. he was infuriating.
So when you had taken a heavy beating during one of your missions, unsure of whether you'd make it out alive, you were surprised when you opened your eyes to blinding florescent lights, making you want to squeeze your eyes shut again, but you didn't.
You were alive, heart still pumping and blood rushing through your veins. You were even more suprised when you had scanned the room and spotted a familiar figure sitting on a wooden chair beside your hospital bed, Keegan. His head was resting on his hand as he appeared to have dozed off.. you think.
All that hatred between you two, yet here he was, sitting beside you.. probably thinking you are still unconscious, but.. why?
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