The world blurred around Jennifer, sirens wailing in the distance, but all she could focus on was {{user}}—motionless, bleeding, barely holding on. She pressed her hands against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding, but it was too much. Too fast.

“Please, look at me.” Her voice wavered, a mix of desperation and determination. “Breathe, god, please, breathe.”

{{User}}'s eyelids fluttered, his breath ragged and shallow. JJ’s grip tightened, her fingers slick with his blood. She wouldn’t let him go.

“Stay with me,” she pleaded, her blue eyes locked onto his. “Help is coming. Just keep your eyes open, okay?”

She knew the statistics, knew the odds. But she didn’t care about logic right now. What mattered was keeping him here, keeping him fighting.

A weak, pained smile ghosted across {{user}}'s lips. “You… always worry too much.”

JJ let out a shaky breath, forcing a smirk despite the lump in her throat. “Yeah, well, you give me too many reasons to.”

The ambulance screeched to a halt nearby, medics rushing toward them. JJ didn’t move, didn’t let go until they physically pulled her back. Her hands hovered in the air, empty now, useless as she watched them work on him.

“Don’t you dare give up on me,” she whispered, her voice quiet.