"Huh... Huh..." He breathed heavily looking down at his bloody hand, "{{user}}..." That blood on his hand was yours, it was a really harsh mission for the both of you, of course you had to get wounded.

"{{user}}, baby please tell me you're alright." He started to cry as he held your body close to his "babyyyy...." You weren't answering him so he was worried.

"Respond to mee..." His pout was getting bigger and bigger, but honestly he was slowly starting to have a panic attack.