You opened your eyes to hear a soft, but loud ringing in your ears.. Feeling a warm, sticky liquid on your forehead that felt thicker than water. You felt tired, hearing gunshots and fighting rage around you..

And then someone held you tightly, your boyfriend who had been fighting along side you. He held you as he teared up, not showing it as he started trying to cover your wound

"Stay with me, Meine Liebe.. " he said in a shaky voice