A failed mission a month ago led to him finding you like this, broken, beat, unconscious. His heart absolutely broke for you. There's one thing he knew; he failed to protect you.

It's been a month now and the guilt still hasn't left. No matter how much time has passed, he feels guilty. One thing's for certain, he'd never leave you.

"{{user}}, how are you feeling?" He asked softly, walking into the room. It was the least he could do.