Hi! Since I know you're great at critiquing, could you give my story a look over? I wrote this excerpt a while back but now I'm not sure about it.
Agony. Better to be in agony that to be in the nothingness she dragged herself out of. At least pain made sense. If she was hurting, she must be alive. Regaining her wits, the first thing she did was curse herself, bitterly, for missing. She could have killed one. If she’d been faster, stronger, better…
She opened her eyes. She was in the hospital, as she expected, the soft lighting casting yellow light over her blankets. The room was empty, for the most part. A side table was at her left, and a chair at her right. In the chair, Tyfer huddled within himself. His eyes were shut. Brows furrowed, lips puckered, he appeared to be in deep thought.
“Tyfer.” Her voice wheezed against her lungs and throat. “M-mission report,” she coughed, gripping the sheets as pain wracked through her chest. A trickle of blood speckled her lips. She ran a dry tongue over it, clearing it away before Tyfer looked up.
Tyfer regarded her. “General.” He said nothing more, only clenched his teeth and fists in silence. He looked a mess, likely as bad as Nyir herself. Coated from toe to tip in char, practically dripping with dragon venom, his eyebrows singed, his face bruised and bleeding. He held himself stiffly as though if he were to relax he would fall apart.
“So,” she began, “I’ve angered you.”
He inclined his head, his teeth grating. “You endangered the mission, General. What is our oath? Did you forget it?” The softness in his voice belied the fury carefully concealed on his haggard face.
Nyir shook her head, saying, “I did nothing wrong. The oath merely says forget your own life for the benefit of others. I did just that.”
“No, see, that’s not the oath,” Tyfer spat, leaning forward and gripping the side of her bed. “The oath is mission first, team next, self last. You endangered both the mission, your team, and yourself when you decided to go off on a suicide mission. You broke all three parts of the oath.” His voice rose, a harsh contrast against his normally calm veneer.
“No, you broke the oath when you came to save me,” Nyir argued. “The mission was successful. I saw an opening that could possibly save people and ensure our safe return. By waiting for me and then risking your life, the team’s lives, and the mission, you broke all three parts of the oath.”
He exhaled a breathy, rough chuckle, his eyes sparking. “Unbelievable. I can’t reason with you when you’re like this. We came back for you because –because…” He began to sputter, unaware of his own reasons.
“Tyfer,” she said again, this time with a grim smile on her face, “I did what I did because of a personal vendetta. It was wrong, but that doesn’t mean I regret it or won’t do it again. What you can do is not come back for me.”
He saw her smile. He closed his eyes again, his fists tightening around the edge of the bed. When he reopened his eyes, they were a calm sea of blue once again. “I fight for the human race. For everyone’s survival. I thought we fought for the same reasons. But now I realize you fight for revenge, not for hope. You’re horribly, disgustingly defeatist.” At her expression, his brows softened even more. “However, I’ll always come back for you. Damn the oath, and damn you too.”
Nyir managed to laugh, wincing as her injuries complained. “That’s why I chose you as my colonel.”
“Because I’ll drop everything to save your ass?”
“No,” she replied, smiling smugly, “because you’re horribly, disgustingly optimistic.”
He rolled his eyes, rising from his seat and limping away from her bed. He started for the door, his free hand against the wall as he headed out. Nyir studied him –his arm in a sling, his pant leg covered in blood—and sighed. “I can always count on you, Colonel.”
“Shut up,” he retorted. He glanced back at her, his mouth twisting. “By the way, your son’s probably here. I’m sending him in.”
Before she could reply, he was gone. She gazed after him for a long moment, her eyes narrowed. “Naïve,” she mumbled, and smiled.