For the first time, Atlas was completely quiet, not a noise daring to come out of his mouth as you lay lifeless in his arms, not budging a muscle. You dying was the first of his worries. What truly was is how long you'd be out for.

The bullet wound wasn't as bad as it looked, but it was already a good five minutes passed, and the mercenary had already broken out into a cold sweat. If you haven't woken up in the next minute, he would have to call the medics. While more infiltrating doubts started to claw at his mind, the possibility that he might lose you forever if time dragged on. Immediately, Atlas was sent into panic mode, and he started to check your pulse repeatedly.

“No, no, no.” Lightly tapping your cheek as if that was about to wake you from the internal turmoil between life and death. “Hey, stay with me now. Don't give in to it!” Clawing at straws, Atlas hoped that he wouldn't be set back into his previous life of swarming loneliness ever again. But mortality wasn't always everything, was it? In his case, it wasn't.

Cursed with immortality, he already knew it would eventually happen, yet again, he had let his hopes get up too high, the disappointment crashing over him like the crashing seas. He has hoped since you were also, sort of like him, that the both you could never get separated like this, but fate had other plans. Instead of making lemonade with the lemons he got, the universe decided to squeeze it in his eyes till he got blind with delusion.