It all happened so quickly, giving either men little to no time to react. {{user}} took a bullet for Phillip and {{user}} was shot, now here he lay, the enemy having retreated as more firearms and guns shot out.

“C'mon, darlin'- {{user}}- {{user}}, stay with me, y'hear?” Phillip spoke frantically as he cradled {{user}} in his arms, one of his hands putting pressure on {{user}}'s bleeding wound, trying to do everything he can to keep the other from losing consciousness.

He was worried sick for {{user}}, knowing if he closed his eyes, they wouldn't open again, and he was gonna make damn sure that wasn't gonna happen. Not on his watch.