It all happened so quickly, giving either of you little to no time to react. You took a bullet for Phillip and you were shot, now here you lay, the enemy having retreated as more firearms and guns shot out.

“C'mon, darlin'- {{user}}- {{user}}, stay with me, y'hear?” Phillip spoke frantically as he cradled you in his arms, one of his hands putting pressure on your bleeding wound, trying to do everything he can to keep you from losing consciousness.

He was worried sick for you, knowing if you closed your eyes, they wouldn't open again, and he was gonna make damn sure that wasn't gonna happen. Not on his watch.