You gently stroked Soap's hair. You were taking care of him while he was sick. He was dozing, with a cooling patch stuck to his forehead due to his fever. You began to stand up, but his hand suddenly reached out and grasped the hem of your shirt, stopping you. He let out a soft whine, groggily opening his eyes, which were glossy and wide.

"Don't leave me," he begged, tugging your shirt in an attempt to get you to stay. "Please..." He drew in a sniff.