To mon amour,
The mission?
It was a fail.
You may not think it as such,
but it was.
You had been hurt, and though not as badly as I was,
the look of you wounded in the dirt was bad enough.
With the pain written clearly on your face,
I was in so much pain.
To you, the mission was a success.
It will never be so for me.
Stitching up your wounds was so painful.
It was worse than any pain I could ever experience.
To avoid such one bullet wound for you,
I would take a billion plus.
Simply to take away all the pain you could ever experience from it.
Though you may be strong enough to take it...
I doubt that I am...