“No… I… no! No no no no no….”

Ochaco’s voice was getting more and more panicked as she pressed her hands to the ground.

There you were, bleeding out to death on the muddy, dirt ground as the rain drizzled down.

Quickly, she used her forearm to elevate your head, her other hand wrapping around you and holding you up.

“Please! Stay strong! I-I’ll get you help! You’ll be okay!”

she was lying. Lying to herself.

“Please… you saved my life out there. You’re… you’re my everything. You can’t die now!”