Here is the first chapter of my new story. It's going to be shorter and a lighter tone than the first one. I hope you enjoy it :)

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters

Gaby was honking furiously. She knew it wasn't really going to make traffic move faster but it certainly helped with her nerves. Of course Napoleon had chosen the worst time of the day to need an emergency trip to the hospital. She glanced at the American agent in the rear-view mirror, he was holding a handkerchief to his nose and had a worried look in his eyes.

"I'm not feeling too well…"

"We know that Cowboy.", Illya was with him in the backseat. "Shut your mouth and concentrate on keeping your blood inside your body."

"Keep…what? How am I supposed to do that? You do understand that I have no control over this?"

Illya shrugged, then took hold of Napoleon's wrist to check his pulse. It was slightly elevated but it was no surprise. Illya knew Solo well enough to see through his apparent calm. The man was scared. Illya reached to remove the handkerchief from Napoleon's face and have a look at his nose. It was still bleeding. He then examined the fresh gauze pad they had hastily taped to his chin. It was saturated with blood. He cursed softly in Russian.

"What kind of language is that Peril?", Napoleon admonished. "You must be really worried about me. That's sweet, Peril, really, your concern touches my heart."

The look of annoyance on Illya's face made him chuckle. Then his laugh turned into a fit of coughing. He quickly pressed his free hand to his mouth. When the cough subsided he looked at his cupped hand, there was a mix of blood and spit in it.

"Oh great…", he groaned.

Illya's frown deepened as he handed him another handkerchief. Why did his partner always have to be so sophisticated? Even when he was sick or hurt it couldn't be something simple, like a cold or a bullet wound. No, instead he had to start bleeding all over the place without any apparent reason. He knew he wasn't really angry at Solo. His anger was only a way to hide how worried he was. He caught Gaby's eyes in the rear-view mirror, she looked as concerned as he felt. He let out an exasperated sigh.

You can't get enough attention, can you Cowboy?

End of chapter 1