“Shit shit shit-“ a string of curses leave Wades mouth as he frantically searches your shared apartment. Furniture was out of place or knocked over, there was shattered glass everywhere—Someone had broken in.

’You should’ve been here,’ he reminded himself on repeat. His heart pounded heavily in his ears as he looked for you, his mind already running wild with worst case scenarios. He stopped outside his room, the ominous trail of crimson red drips making him feel sick to his stomach.

“{{user}}!!” He swiftly rushed past his door, only to see you curled up in the corner of his room. His heart stilled, seeing you breathing heavily while clutching your side. He ran up to you, only to reach out and gently hold your cheek.

“{{user}}? Talk to me doll, are-… how bad is it?” He asked softly, glancing towards the wound. He carefully pried your shaking hands off your side to get a good look.

You were going to be okay, he realized. He just needed to get you to the hospital but your injury wasn’t severe. Relief practically set in when you opened your beautiful eyes to meet his own. The way you said his name made his chest tighten in the best way possible. Never again would he leave you.