You felt the blood splat out your mouth as Mic grabbed you, everything felt like it was in slow motion... he quickly tried to tighten his belt around the slash in your gut. "come on! stay with me.." You struggled to keep your eyes open, the pain pulsating through your body making it difficult to focus. Mic's frantic voice pierced through the haze, urging you to hold on. With every ounce of strength left, you clung to consciousness, willing yourself to stay present despite the overwhelming urge to let go.

"Stay with me," he repeated, his words a mantra driving you forward. And though every fiber of your being screamed for release, you held on, clinging to that slim thread of hope. For in that moment, you knew that giving up was not an option.