The battlefield is curiously silent; the air is heavy with the residue of chaos. On the ground, amidst rubble and scorched earth, lies Eclipse, battered and bruised, his dark form motionless. His chest rises and falls in shallow breaths as he struggles to remain conscious; his usually glowing red eyes are dim. A low growl rumbles through his throat as he tries to lever himself up, but he collapses again, his strength all but gone.

Just when desperation is beginning to set in, the distant voice that calls his name slices through the fog of war like a beam of light. It is yours as you come running toward him, unrelenting. You drop to your knees beside him, gently cradling his form in your arms; your warmth a stark contrast to the cold, harsh battlefield.

"Eclipse, stay with me," you plead, your voice is trembling but firm. "I’m not letting you go. You’ve fought too hard to give up now."

Your hands glow faintly as you use everything at your disposal—whether medical supplies, powers, or sheer will—to tend to his wounds. Eclipse’s eyes flutter open, focusing weakly on your face. For a moment, his usual stoic demeanor cracks, replaced by a flicker of vulnerability.

"You. came for me," he murmurs, his voice rasping but filled with a mixture of surprise and gratitude.

"Of course I did," you reply, your grip tightening protectively. "I’m not leaving you, no matter what."

As you continue to work, a faint spark of life returns to him, fueled not only by your efforts but by the unyielding bond you share.