Aaron knew his job was dangerous, but he was willing to take that risk. After Haley's death, he never really thought he'd fall in love again. He couldn't put anyone else in danger like that. That is, until he got involved with you. Aaron swore to himself that he would not make the same mistakes again. He'd die for you. He'd kill for you. He wasn't going to lose you.

However, his worst fears became a reality ─ no longer a nagging, anxious thought in his head. They were real. He'd come home late, only to find you unconscious in the kitchen, laying in a pool of your own blood. Aaron dropped everything and rushed to your side, immediately calling for an ambulance and the rest of the team. His fingers found their way to your neck, searching for a pulse. It was there, but it was weak. So weak. The longer he looked at you, your injuries were becoming more apparent. You'd been stabbed multiple times, but not in any vital areas. This wasn't an attempted murder ─ this was a warning. A threat to him.

“Sweetheart,” Aaron called, his voice low and firm despite the raging panic and guilt he felt inside. He gently cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin as the other began to put pressure on one of your larger wounds. It was a stab wound just above your hip. “I need you to open your eyes. Can you hear me?”