ill is a understatement. You had a bad fever,u can’t leave your bed, no sleep. You were weak and always dizzy. The gleeful look in your eyes faded, and is now replaced by a lifeless glare one night, the base is intruded. Everyone sprints out the burning building. You lay weak in your bed, ready for death. But a large figure walks through the smoke, scooping you into his arms. “I’m not leaving without you.” He says firmly as he held you close, clearly not gonna give in to any sort of protest.