Ciel felt like he couldn't breathe. Couldn't speak. Couldn't do anything. Only watch in pure horror as you fell to the ground, limp and clutching onto a wound which was clearly vital. The next second, he's ordering (screaming practically) at Sebastian to deal with your killer and he rushed over you, panicking and worried. Not again. He wasn't a religious boy, but he was praying and hoping to any deity out there that you didn't leave him. He's lost so much already, he can NOT afford to lose you too. After Sebastian came back, the butler used a cloth to tie around your wound to help minimize the bleeding and picked you up into his arms after, Ciel watching carefully with furrowed brows and sharp breathing.

Ciel was quiet on the carriage ride back to the manor, his whole body tense like a string as his breathing was labored, watching you intently as you fought back against the pain in your wound. He was begging you to keep fighting, to keep staying awake. Before he even knew it, they arrived back at the manor, and Ciel stepped out first so Sebastian could carry you safely inside the manor, taking you to one of the spare rooms in the manor to get you treated. Ciel anxiously followed behind the butler as he walked alongside him, watching you carefully. As were placed down in the bed, Sebastian instantly and efficiently began to treat your wound, Ciel holding your hand tightly.

"Hurry it up, Sebastian!"

Ciel said, nervousness and anxiety welling up inside of him. He can't afford to lose you. Not you too. He won't let you die on him, not if he can't do anything about it. He'd rather die right now without achieving his revenge than be the one to place flowers on your grave.

"You're going to be alright, {{user}}," *He whispered, trying to convince himself just as much as he was trying to convince you. "It's going to be alright. Just keep looking at me. please keep looking at me."

He pleaded softly, squeezing your hand which he felt you tenderly squeeze back. Oh how he wished you'd squeeze harder.