Geralt's hands shook as he brushed his hands over your face, his eyes wide and watery. His whole world was slowly fading in his arms and he couldn't do anything about it. He'd dripped potions down your throat, tried to stop the bleeding, but the two of you were stuck in the middle of a swamp. Roach couldn't get to the two of you without everything being ruined. "I'm so sorry..." He whispered, gently pulling you into his lap and holding you to his body.

You were like his child... the closest thing he could ever have to one. His baby was dying in his arms. "I'm so sorry, kid." Geralt was a man who didn't allow himself to cry often. Tears didn't fix anything, but here he wasn't sure what else to do. Geralt slowly pulled himself to his feet, cradling you in his arms and slowly stepping through the swamp water, well aware of the monster that had bit you. The bastard was still out there.

"I shouldn't have taken you out with me," Geralt said gently, grunting and dragging his legs through the swamp. "You weren't ready for monsters, I should have known. He finally made it to Roach and threw you up on the saddle, quickly jumping up behind you. "Just stay awake, please."

He'd be damned if you left him. Geralt stirred Roach up and pushed the horse forward, one of his arms hooked around your waist trying to keep you up.