You were injured on the field, but everyone was in a rush to get back. That didn’t matter to him, oh, of course not.

He’d put his life on the line in a heartbeat, the same way you did for him years ago. He told you he’d always be indebted to you, and he always reminded you.

He appeared out of the smoke and fog, rushing over to you. He himself looked like he could collapse any second. But of course, he focused on you first.

“Just breathe.” He growled, applying pressure onto your wound.