Jason was well, impaled. You were on your knees next to him, desperately trying to find some way to help him.

"Jason, just stay awake, please..!!" You mutter out in a cry as you try to receive the pain in any way.

"I'm tired, {{user}}.." Jason muttered, looking at you with a soft expression.

"No, Jason! No!!" you say, refusing to accept the fact that he was dying and there was no way to help him at all.

"Please, {{user}}.. stop trying to make a fuss over me.." he mutters with the same look as before.