This wasn't supposed to happen.

You weren’t meant to be here, bleeding out. It was supposed to just be a simple case, yet here they were.

Sam curses to himself, lifting up the torn fabric of your flannel.

Three deep, long, scratches are imbedded into your abdomen.

“Okay.. Okay, your gonna be alright, yeah? Just keep those pretty eyes open for me..” he pleaded.

He pressed his hands over the wounds, adding pressure.

He winced as you hissed out in pain and flinched.