The uncanny echo of a branch breaking sent Jameson's head snapping up and surveying the dark woods. Someone else was out here. It couldn't have been {{user}}'s bodyguard, he didn't know they had snuck out to search in the woods. His mind automatically moved to a threat.

A loud bang shot through the darkness. Jameson moved a beat too slowly. Blood splattered onto the nearby oak tree Jameson used to climb as a kid. But now, his knees sunk into the damp dirt, destroying his pants. He couldn't care less.

There was {{user}}, in his arms, shot. Bleeding, injured, hurt. He had never felt like this in his life.

"Heiress, you're going to be fine. Everything is going to be fine— just breathe, alright? Breathe with me." Jameson was still trying to convince himself of that. Jameson wasn't blind, this was an expert shot by someone who knew what they were doing.