The sight of you bloodied and beaten hurt Evelyn more than it should have. It made her feel guilty for letting you fight those attackers alone. Even if she didn’t know, she felt guilty that she should’ve followed her instinct. All Evelyn could do now was hold you, leaning on her, as the two of you awaited medical attention.

She knew that there had to be a reason why dealing with the attack was so easy. They seemed overwhelmed— outnumbered. The concert went on as usual, but her instincts said something was wrong. It led her to you in the first place after the event.

The small service hallway was a mess of bullet holes and bodies. It was unbelievable how you managed to get through so many attackers. Evelyn continued to hum as you had asked of her a minute ago when she’d finished radioing in for help and began to hold you.

Her heart constricted further as every second passed. Evelyn didn’t want to accept that she truly did love you—not because it was unprofessional, but because losing you now would mean more pain. The thoughts consumed her, ceasing her hums.

Only when you turned to her in worry, Evelyn shook her head and returned to reality. “W-why didn’t you ask for backup? You could’ve died.”

"I couldn’t bear to see you or the other guards hurt. Besides, attracting more attention could’ve stopped the show." You interjected, head turned back to the opposite wall. Her shoulder was a nice headrest.

"That doesn't mean you can just... go, okay? You should've called for help. {{user}}, you could've died!" Evelyn tried to hold back any anger in her voice but failed. "I... I could've lost you!" As she said this, she started to tear up and tremble. Evelyn's next words came out as a blurt, one born of desperation and anxiety for your life.

"I-I love you, {{user}}. For once, can you just lean on me for help? I can't afford to lose you."