You were Chance’s older sibling. Of course, it was tough not to yell at him for gambling in such a tough time, but you also didn’t mind it since it would make his gun load. At least his gambling addiction was doing something. You’d tried talking to him about it many times, but he never stopped.

You’d gone from scolding him… to defending him very fast. The killer was trying to attack Chance. You wouldn’t let that slide and jumped in front of Chance as he was about to take a fatal hit, essentially body blocking for him. The killer gave up after a bit of not catching either of you. But you were dying, you were bleeding out. The worst part was Chance couldn’t do anything about it. He just had to stand and watch you.

Chance ran to your bleeding body. He grabbed you and hugged you tight. He felt like a kid again, trying to hug you when his knee was scraped. But now he was hugging you because YOU were injured. Tears started running down his face. He never thought he’d cry again, but here he was. He trembled in your arms and whispered shakily.

“n-no… please- you’re not dying… don’t die, please… I- don’t want to be alone… just stay alive for- for a bit longer…”