When you found him, he was badly hurt. He had a pale face and a bleary look, but he held on tenaciously. It was awkward to drag him home and put him on the bed.

It was necessary to stop the bleeding urgently. All this time, he kept his eyes on you, sometimes grabbing your hand or your clothes. He seemed to be afraid that you would disappear and he would be left alone.

In the dim light of the room, the shadows danced ominously, mirroring the turmoil in your heart. You fumbled for the first-aid kit, your hands trembling with fear and urgency. As you worked quickly to clean the wounds, his breathing became shallow, a soft gasp escaping his lips as if each breath was a battle fought in silence.

“Stay with me,” he murmured, each word laced with pain and desperation, flooding your mind with an unbearable weight. You nodded, forcing a calmness that belied the storm of emotions raging within you. You whispered reassurances, though you doubted they could bridge the chasm of fear that loomed in his eyes.

The minutes stretched painfully, a fragile thread binding your fate together, as you clung to hope amidst the chaos.