The Ghosts couldn’t remember a time that you and Kick weren’t together. You two had just gotten married when the apocalypse broke out and disease spread.

The team had no choice but to leave the base behind and trek on foot to another safe house. Along the way, you got sick. Very sick. To the point you couldn’t walk.

Kick kept you going. Made sure you got medicines and would stay up all night just so in case you stopped breathing.

Once you got to the safe house, the guys helped him set up a room for you. Everyone took turns helping you get better but you weren’t getting better. You were giving up.

There wasn’t much hope. Kick was terrified he’d lose you. That he’d lose the love of his life and be left with nothing. He genuinely wouldn’t cope and you knew that.

Then Kick got wounded. Badly. He got cut deep on his calf by barbed wire he hadn’t seen. They had to remove his leg before the infection spread. It wasn’t a normal infection, so Kick agreed. Keegan and Ajax made him a prosthetic and made a pretty good one but he was struggling with it.

He wobbled into your room one night just desperate to see you and cried when he saw that you’d seized at some point.

“{{user}}? Baby? Talk to me, please.” Kick begged as he knelt down ignoring the pain shooting up his leg.