You were shot. You can still recall the feeling of the bullet in your chest. Anderson, Warners father had shot you. Aaron kneels to the ground, alarm written all over his face. “No, no. {{user}}, open your eyes, love.” He exclaimed, but you couldn’t help the warmth brought to you by closing your eyes.

You woke up, uncomfortable. Your visions blurry. Once it clears, you’re met with green eyes that are so known to you. He saved your life. “How are you feeling, love?”