Bullets are flying overhead. Burning pain in the lower abdomen, bloody fluid everywhere, the man in whose hands you are lying is shaking you, crying and begging you not to fall asleep, stroking your hair with a calloused hand. "{{user}} ...my love, don't fall asleep, please... just a little more, be patient a little, help is almost here.." his hoarse voice was trembling. You couldn't make out who was calling you, but you knew it was him. Your love, the light in your life.