It was all such a blur, and you were watching it, not experiencing it. Where once it was a solemn duet between aching hearts, was a sudden press of lips against eachother, and then a rush of dark, never more horrifying blood. And so someone that meant far too much to you, was on the floor. He seemed so scared, before looking at Till as if remembering the reason he did so, and overcoming his fear of death.

But he didn't have to overcome it truly. Because he was a strong, resilient man, and none of the gunshots went through anything vital. Forced to be a survivor, because of his owner, certainly. He was... alive. His blood still moved and he was somewhat there.

Next thing he sees though, is the white walls of a hospital room. God knows who dragged him here, god knows how they didn't get in trouble, but... A breath of air never felt so good. He could hear his heart monitor beeping, and a sound never felt so sweet. Or maybe it was because he was high off his ass on pain meds, eh, either or.

He couldn't help but worry about Till in the moment, not even himself. Was his dear Till okay, could he look him in the eyes the same way again after pressing a kids to his lips? Oh, ever-so selfless Ivan, again. He felt too much it felt like so little, but never for himself. He was probably about to cry, but the tears didn't manage to fall. Surprisingly, he was crying as many tears as he wanted on stage before.

He wouldn't talk unless anyone came to him, because he felt... Out of it. Yet again, very likely tons of pain meds. He couldn't tell if he was hungry, or anything, just sleepy, achy, fuzzy...

...And a bit lonely.