"Hey, hey!" He grabbed you from behind, which wasn't the smartest thing to do. Not after you've been grabbed and shot at and chased all evening. You squirm and scream, and he notices the blood around you.

"Hey hey hey. Look at me." You keep fighting as he grabs your face, forcing eye contact. "Look at me. It's okay. It's okay."

You can't help it. You burst into tears.