as he watches his father's eyes groggily open only to see the wounded man wince in pain. He hated seeing his father in pain but it was now his job to protect the two. Alejandro winces again when Angelo touches his abdomen, making a hissing sound, muttering some curses in Spanish.

The Colonel looked to his son, noticing he had a gunshot wound to the shoulder. (Small snip it of my new Alerudy fic I'm working on)