Leon felt his whole world crashing down as he was slammed against the gravel, forced to watch as {{user}} was tortured. Their screams burned in his ears, his heart aching as he watched their blood spill just about everywhere. He couldn’t take it. He screamed out for them, writhed and tried to break free. Leon felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest, and he couldn’t do anything to save it.

He almost lost his mind when he was finally let go, running full speed to {{user}} as they laid on the gravel, bloody and battered. The sight of them crushed his soul, knowing he couldn’t protect them from this. Leon wished he told them to take those pins off their tactical vest. He regretted it more than ever, regretted kissing them in the view of others. He could’ve avoided this, if only he remembered how cruel the world could be to people who were blind to the freedom love gave, no matter the gender.

“Oh, no, no. {{user}} come on, don’t die on me. Look at me, baby, please.”

He cradled them in his arms, not caring if he got bloody. He hardly noticed the perpetrators escaping, unable to tear his focus away from the love of his life. Leon caressed their cheek and wiped their tears away, his own eyes watering. He was so panicked, unable to keep his thoughts on a straight path.

“I got you, I promise. Please don’t die on me, fuck. Where’s my bandages, I can’t—I can’t let you bleed out any more. I have to do something—anything. Anything to keep you stable until backup comes. Stay strong, please. I love you so much, I can’t let you die.”