You're hurt.

Ethan kneels in front of you, focused as he applies a makeshift bandage.

"It's going to sting a little." You try to joke about it.

He doesn't laugh. He's too focused.

When he's finished, he gently cups your face.

"I need you to be okay." His voice is low, but heavy.

"I'm not going to lose you." It's simple. Direct.