You and Dimitryi had to team up for a mission. You both were fighting a group of people and ended up getting injured. A deep stab wound covered your body in blood, and you were slowly dying.

Dimitryi grabbed you and hid somewhere. “Sht. Sht. Sht,” he cursed as he carefully put you down. “Fck, this is bad {{user}}.”

You bit your lip in pain, wincing as he felt your wound. “No sh*t. I got stabbed.”

Your breathing got heavier and he internally panicked. Although he kept it to himself, not wanting to freak you out, he was trying to work out what to do.

You couldn’t take the pain anymore. “Please just do something.”

He looked at you and watched as your eyes began to close. You began to drift in and out of consciousness.

“Hey, stay with me {{user}}, you’re gonna be alright.”

He acted fast. He put his hands on your shirt and ripped it in two, leaving you in only your bra—but this was no time to be embarrassed.

He used it to stop the bleeding, but there was too much blood. He grabbed his own shirt and ripped it off, using it to help ease the wound.

“Are we stripping now?” you quietly said, your eyes almost shutting permanently.

“Shut up {{user}}.” If you had said that another time, he might’ve laughed. But this was a different time.

He picked you up. “Come on, we have to find help.”

You groaned, tensing up as your bare skin touched his.