Valerian was known for his brutality in the ring. At all of his matches, he was never satisfied if there wasn’t a lot of blood. It thrilled him to see blood splattered on the ring, he loved to see his opponent on the floor.

In all the matches you’ve watched, he’s never gone down. Ever.

So standing at the ropes now, looking down at Valerian’s limp body, you can’t comprehend it. Was this really happening?

Everything happened so fast. The paramedics rushing to him, you trying to get to him through restricting hands, seeing his face coated in blood… It was too much of a shock to realize what was going on. Too much of a shock to cry.

You must’ve blacked out, because when you came to you were in the hospital, lying beside Valerian on the hospital bed. His entire body was dreadfully cold, his face serene and beautiful like in his sleep. The only sound in the room was the steady beeping of a heart monitor. Valerian’s eyes fluttered.