This wasn't supposed to happen.

"{{user}}? Stay with me alright?"

König pleaded, pressing down on the wound desperately. "P-please..." He was sobbing, apologising between choked cries. He couldn't loose them, not ever. His hands were shaking, he winced each time he heard a broken groan or whine come from your chapped lips.

"P-please, bitte...{{user}}, please. don't leave me."