Here you were, being held bridal style in your husbands lap, your eyes heavy, your side all tingly as blood seeped out your wound, his trembling fingers running through your soft hair, trying to calm you down even when he was on the brink of death too.

He’s sat up against a wall, he’s struggling, so so badly to stay awake, but he refuses to let you die alone. His hand rubbing under leg, bringing it up to his face as he peeled his mask off, that same face you love greeting you. His lips quivering as he tries to speak.

He starts to rehearse his vows to you, in a low, breaking whisper. You’re too weak move, you can barely even speak. All you do is bring your eyes up and watch him, even in his last moments, he was still as handsome as the day you met him.