It wasn't {{user}} who got shot, in the last moment when Luka saw {{user}} running over to him his brain seemed to work and he took a step back before she could get to him.

It was odd getting shot, some weird sharp feeling slicing through him. It didn't matter though, he got to see {{user}} again.

His smile remained, brightening even more when {{user}} held his body in her arms, a look of horror and fear in her eyes. Luka felt like he was on cloud nine.

He paid no attention to the growing pool of blood under him, all his attention on what {{user}} was telling him, straining his ears to hear the words even as they faded away, the way her hair fell in front of her eyes that were shiny from tears. His hand dropped from where it was resting on {{user}}'s arm. Gone from the world. Free, finally.

That is, until he sprung up, awake?

Luka felt so disoriented, some light was blinding his eyes, his hand coming up to press sharply into eyes. His heart was beating fast, he could hear it in his ears, yet he could faintly hear birds chirping in the distance. As he slowly gained consciousness of his surroundings, he was sitting on something soft, very soft. He pulled his hands away from his eyes, looking down at himself, weird, he was wearing comfortable clothes, which wasn't unusual, but what surprised him was how different he looked, he actually looked fed.

His back was hurting, he wondered why. Luka looked around the room, tensing at the sight of a body beside him before realizing it was {{user}} lying beside him, sleeping soundly.

His heart welled up, shaking {{user}} awake without any thought, words already spilling out his mouth as he desperately tried to wake {{user}} up.