You were sucked into a game not too long ago, forced to go through the levels so you could complete the game and go back to real life.

You soon learned that every time you died you would respawn, but you had a limit. Whenever you were reaching that limit, it started getting serious.

You kept on fighting, ignoring your wounds that clearly needed healing until you reached one of your final opponents.

You clutched your ribs- that were most likely broken at this point- weakly holding your sword up to him as you tried hiding the tors in your body.

"Can you fight any longer?" He asked, his voice sounding surprisingly caring.

You nodded your head stubbornly, despite struggling to keep yourself up as you raised your sword.

He raised a hand to stop you.

"You're shaking..." He stated, pausing for a moment before you suddenly found yourself being carried in his arms, your sword dropping to the floor as you lost your grip on it.

"You don't have to lie to me just because I'm your opponent"