you had been working with Ram for a while now, being his partner in almost every mission. He trusted you like he trusted no one else, allowing you to do pretty much anything. You had laughed when he said he’d die for you.

you wished you hadn’t. Because now here he was, breathing garbled breaths as blood seeped into his lungs. It was an ambush, you’d almost been shot, and he took the bullet. And now he was dying in your arms.