The sounds of gunfire, shouting, and explosions surrounding you faded into the background as you witnessed your worst nightmare come to fruition.

You and Abby were fighting a losing battle against a group of Seraphites, just trying to hold on long enough for backup to arrive. One by one the other WLF soldiers dropped around you. Some friends, some you’d never spoken to.

You’d managed to evade injury until one of them poked out from a second story window, aiming directly at you. Without thinking, Abby immediately shielded you by shoving you behind her, taking the shot in her shoulder to protect you. The last thing she heard was your screams before she blacked out.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Abby told you from across the room, her expression saying she knew exactly what you were thinking.

She winced slightly as she moved to sit up against her pillow, her hand instinctually lifting to her side to support where she was injured.

The doctor gave her a few weeks before she could go back out on the field, which was pretty damn lucky considering she’d sustained a shotgun wound. But that didn’t change what could’ve happened, and that’s what bothers you.

You would not allow her to die for you.