In your defense, you're tired. And you didn't expect to get stabbed literally your back while with Vox Machina is with you. Percy watched with wide scared eyes as your body collapsed. He caught your body as Grog ran to go kill the bastard that stabbed you.

"Fuckin' hells, chér. I hated that. Stabbing hurts." You coughed. Percy hushed you and looked up. "PIKE GET OVER HERE!" He snapped.

Pike ran over and started healing you. When you were completely healed up from the wound you tried to move but Percy was still holding you. He wasn't fully here. His eyes were hazed over. "Percy?" You whispered gently.

Percy look down at you. "Don't die. Please don't die." He whispered. He sounded younger than normal. You touched his face. He looked up and took a deep breath.