He didn't realize what he had until he almost lost you.

Your hands tight on your cut on the side of your thigh, blood gushing out as you try to muffle your scream. You were lucky Cato had sprinted his way towards you in time before Thresh had managed to get you.

He carries you onto a river stream, his eyes sharp. Carrying an ounce of anger, guilt, and worry.

"Stay still..." He whispers in your ear before pressing down the wound and disinfecting it with water.