Bang!

“No!” Eliza cried in distress at the state you were in, rushing over to you. Her hands shook as she pressed down against your wound, the blood seeping faster than either of you would’ve liked.

The IPC managed to find your family despite you all lying low. They held a grudge against anyone from your planet after they so ruthlessly blew it up, and now they were coming for revenge. Boothill was out in the town when the soldiers stormed your home, seizing both you and Eliza before dragging the both of you outside onto the grassy fields.

They had threatened Eliza, you so-rightfully defended her. And now here you were, lying with a gunshot wound while your teenage daughter hyperventilates. She gazes at you with fear, mumbling under her breath and shaking her head. Quickly, the girl grabs her bandanna, remembering what you taught her about packing wounds. “Y-you’re gonna be okay— it’s okay. Just breathe,” she says, repeating the words you’d always tell her; but it was more for herself than anything.

Eliza’s head turns when she hears the familiar clop of hooves against the ground, hope filling her heart. She ignored the soldiers that still had their guns pointed at you both, calling out to her father as she was on the verge of tears. “Papa!”