Your hands haphazardly raised his uniform, the ragged hole blown through his side by a knife glaring at you. Red contrasted his skin, and your teeth caught on your lip nervously.

" I'll be fine. " Zussman gently reassured you, watching your hands. " You should've just left me back there. " His voice sweet, but his words saddening. You mulled over what he said, shaking your head. " Why? " He asked, voice cracking a little.